But you've flown enough to know it's best to leave your seatbelt fastened.
In case of turbulence.
Or whatever.
And then the guy next to you asks a question.
"What," he says, "is the meaning and purpose of your life?"
Startled, you turn to look at him more carefully.
"I'm serious," he says. "Why were you born?"
Well?
"It's a fair question," he continues.
"After all there are people these days who find a meaning and purpose by killing themselves just so they can kill a few others."
And then, with a strange grin, he reaches under his seat and pulls out a package.
"What'd you think I've got here?" he chuckles.
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