I am driving in a car with Bob. I tell him I want to go to a record store in St. Paul, but I can’t remember the name of it. I’m wracking my brain trying to think of the name, it’s on the tip of my tongue, but it always eludes me. I’m frustrated and a little bit embarrassed that I can’t remember it. I feel uncool. We got to McDonald’s for lunch, which is kind of gross.
Then I’m in a bookstore in St. Paul with my mother and Harry. I have a feeling like this is the place I was trying to remember earlier.
