So you did your hair all by yourself today? Blindfolded, I suppose?
"Comic con over the weekend?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"I'm telling you now, diplomatic status or not, TSA will make you take your hat off."
"It's not my hat; it's my hair. Sigh You know, anymore, I hate flying."
This is the third time the maintenance crew has had to widen the doorways.
Do not despair, your Highness. Someday they will discover what causes your migraines.