I stuck it in my passport so it wouldn't get wrinkled, and I forgot all about it until we crossed the border back into the U.S. at Detroit. The Customs agent opened my passport, read it aloud, laughed, and waved us through. I guess one way to get to prove you're not a terrorist is carry a supply of comic strips.
(Cross-posted.)
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