All the vomit that you ever threw up is waiting for you in heaven. It wants to rejoin your body. God insists that this happen. Is it not glorious? Where are you going? Why are you running away from paradise?
Therapists now use this photo to ask patients: Is she smiling or screaming? Frozen robot or your Mom? Casual Corner mannequin or Soviet prison guard? Babadook or 58-year-old cheerleader? Carvel product or Little House bride? Laxative testimonial or Delta check-in?
Look, all I'm saying is if you're a TSA agent named Lido, you've got to expect a little impromptu Boz Scaggs riffing from a weary traveler once in a while. Not even a smile? The body cavity search was just lowdown.