<em>Today was good day</em>

Thought the newly dressed traveler, as he stopped to enjoy his freshly bought apple, and examine his new look in the reflection of a parked clunker's window.

Just in time to see a man swivel in his direction, just feet away, through the  reflection of the beat up caddillac's passenger window.

The traveler: unused to such an aggressive culture, reacted slowly and with disbelief as he turned around into his attackers first blow.

Caught square in the jaw, all thoughts began to slip away as though a plug was pulled from a full kitchen sink. As he struggled to keep his feet firmly planted to the ground, while regaining his composure, he saw his once bitten apple rolling down the slightly sloped street.

<em>Lose more apples that way, thought the monk, as he chuckled at the sudden turn in events</em>

"You realize sir I'm just paces from my motel, I'd be willing to forgive and forget if we could just go our separate ways." <em>Said Buddhistic as he used his short bow and misdirecting vertical salute to remove the clasp of the knife concealed under his new Trench coat with his free hand.</em>