PJ Vogt

But instead, we had real proof.

I turned my thoughts to vacation planning.

Mexico City?

And then, we got another message.

Travis again.

He was still at the airport.

What could he possibly want?

To thank us?

Okay, so just to make sure that we don't have a crisis of replication on our hands here, I have exited the gate area, and now I'm going through a second security checkpoint.

Oh, no.

And I feel that if I get through two distinct checkpoints, two trips through the scanner using this method, I will be convinced.

Oh, Travis, please don't do this.

Well, on my second trip through security, I got flagged in the usual spots, a box right on my dick and right on my ass, and the usual pat-downs, the whole thing.

So now I'm kind of tempted to exit again and go through security a third time just to see, because then, you know, two out of three, maybe that would be the evidence that we need.

Well, on my third and final trip through security, I got the usual, a box right on my dick and right on my ass.

And I think what I've really learned is I should just leave well enough alone and stop while I'm ahead.

Leave well enough alone.

Stop while you're ahead.

That's what storytellers do.

Unfortunately, we're pretty much journalists.