Being someone who took Christmas very seriously, and being slightly tired, Edward was not in a particularly good mood. Going to check in his luggage (which, for some reason, had become one suitcase with entirely new clothes), he saw some mistletoe hanging. Not real mistletoe, but very cheap imitation with red paint on the rounder parts and green paint on the flatter and pointier parts, that could be taken for mistletoe only in a very Picasso sort of way.

With a considerable degree of annoyance and nowhere else to vent it, Edward said to the attendant, "Even if I were not married, I would not want to kiss you under such a gross mockery of mistletoe."

"Sir, look more closely at where the mistletoe is hanging," mentioned the attendant.

"Ok, I see that it's above the luggage scale, which is the place you'd have to step forward for a kiss," responded Edward.

The attendant answered, "That's not why it's there."

"Ok, I give up," muttered a very annoyed Edward. "Then, why is it there?"