I’m in Vegas. I’m wearing something a little racy, but it’s not inappropriate.
I want to get a baseball signed by a favorite player. The player tells me that it’s his favorite ball. It’s all lumpy and I try to take the leather off.
I’m driving around and trying to find a place to park, but I can’t drive very well. I’m in an old car with the shifter on the steering column. I’m driving towards my grandmother’s house. The road to her house is a much bigger freeway and I’m having trouble driving and turning around.
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