Dear Warren and Agnes,

How dare you leave us stranded in Thailand!

You got us here and now you’re on some slow-boat down the Mae Kong to Laos. After your mini-bus pulled away, we found ourselves scratching our collective head, and wondering what to do next. So we flipped a coin.

You remember … it started off as a joke a few days before,

“What do you want to do?”

“I dunno.”

“What are the options?”

“We could do n—, or x—.”

“Well, I’m easy.”

“So am I.”

“Well, whatever you want.”

“Well, I don’t care.”

Someone pulled out a coin. Problem solved.

But this is serious. You guys are off now.

Agnes, with your rip-off radar gone, we’ve started paying more for things.

Warren, the loss of your masterful comic relief has left us slightly more sober.

And what happens if we get sick? You guys were our prescriber and dealer all rolled into one stuff-sack.

We took out a 10 baht coin and started talking to it.

“So Agnes, what do we want to do next?”

Heads.

“But I’m kinda tired. I don’t want to go to the temple.”

Heads.

“Okay, fine. Let’s go. I’m sure you’re right.”

“Warren, what do you think?”

Tails.

“Stop goofing around.”

“I think there’s trouble at the temple…”

We still haven’t trained the coins to say, “Let’s go!”

We miss you guys.

Sincerely,

Martha and Matt