Dear Old Monk ahead of me in line at the doctor,

After you left the bench to go into the doctor's office it was just me in that hallway. All alone. Sitting next to your bright orange bag.

I want to know so badly what you monks keep in your bags! All your earthly possessions consolidated in just one place. What do you carry around? Religious texts? Chapstick? The latest Us Weekly? What's in there?!?!?

No one would ever know if I took a peek... No one else was around... Just me...

AND I DIDN'T EVEN LOOK.

You're welcome,
r