Traveling with me is not for the weak of heart.

She asked to see my camera. Simply to review the photos of the days past.
I reach in my purse and had her my wallet. The same size and color of my camera case.
She chuckles. Her arm is still outreached.
I apologize and reach back into my purse.
I pull out my passport holder.
She sighs.
I smile, reply “Just Kidding,” and again reach into my purse.
I pull out my lotion.
She exhales. Annoyed now.
I cannot resist.
I return the lotion to my purse and pull out my makeup case.
She extends her hand, unconsciously, as again it strongly resembles that of my camera case.
My laughter grows insidiously.
“Okay, okay. I swear I won’t do it again.”
I return my makeup case, and return my full hand with a book.
She places her hand in her lap. Sure that this tirade could continue for some time.
I return the book to my purse.
I thrust my entire arm into the bag, up to my shoulder.
I attempt to fill as much of the bag with my head as well.
“Where is that darn thing?” I exclaim.
I successful surface with my camera case.