No One Puts Katie In A Corner

     I've often dreamt of owning a non-profit lakeside campground for under-privileged/disabled children. The lake is stocked with native trout and fed by a tributary allowing the occasional wild salmon to appear. The log cabins that line the shores are tucked into the treeline, so that the only man-made structures visible are a few boat docks and fishing jetties. A general store, horse stables and main lodge are located near the campground entrance. On the far side of the lake the cabins are farther apart for privacy and are made available for patrons who frequent the campgrounds. Last night you were among the few guests gathered in the main lodge. I leaned over and whispered "as a resident of the camp, I am authorized to provide you with anything you might want [from the kitchen]," to which you replied, smiling, "How about some Patrick Swayze?" Without skipping a beat I said, "I'm sorry, we're fresh out, but I'll let you know as soon as more arrive." Back in the kitchen, looking through the pre-packaged snacks, I realized they were movie themed and every one of them had a screenshot from a different Patrick Swayze film on the wrapper: Dirty Dancing, Ghost, Road House... etc. 
    Another distinguished guest this evening, was His Holiness, The Dalai Lama. On arrival, he approached me and taking both of my hands in his, he looked downward, deep in thought for a moment, then looking directly into my eyes he spoke, "you have all of the tools you need, you simply haven't used them to your full potential." 
     I woke up humming "She's Like The Wind."