There’s been an accident, and a kid I know is trapped in the rubble. Someone helps him by turning his cell phone to a setting to help the rescuers find him.
He’s saved, and everyone wants to hear the story. I try to call him but I repeatedly dial the wrong number, which is frustrating because I have him on speed-dial.
I’m going to have dinner with Joe. We’re driving and we’re not quite sure where we’re going. We realize we’ve made a wrong turn, and so we try to go back, cutting across two lanes of traffic.
