"You must put all of your liquids in one of these bags," the Helpful Female Traveler stated, then asked "Do you have any shampoo?"
The bald Tibetan monk in saffron robes smiled and nodded understanding...
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In the video game of his soul a tiny, pixelated monk runs through life, encounters airport security, encounters inane question, does not feel twinge of annoyance. Tweedleleep!! Momentary zen powerup! Pixelated monk levetates and spins around! Next level of enlightenment achieved! There is a burst of sparkles and happy synthetic music. Tiny pixelated monk continues running through life.
I aspire to be that peaceful...I am a leaf on the wind...but sometimes, the FSJ is just too comfortable in my hands!
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