Last week I went to the mall to watch Toy Story 3. It was not in 3D. It was barely in 2D. The movie theater is not that good. I should probably do a consumer investigative report on it. But I won't. Doing things isn't my style.
I thought that I would remember where I parked my car. I didn't. Remembering things isn't really my style either. If I had my druthers I would simply have someone carry me back and forth between my car and wherever it is that I want to be. This would be easy for the burly female who would do this, because I typically only want to go to my desk, my favorite chair, and my car seat.
I walked around the mall theater parking lot for 45 minutes before I remember that I had my phone on me. I figured everything would be good now. I called a number on the phone and asked the person if they knew where my car was. They said that I had the wrong number. The phone didn't help.
Then, as I jogged up and down the parking lot, a police officer pulled me over for speeding. I ended up spending the night in the officers car as he drove me up and down the parking looking for me car. I napped in the back. Later, I found my car in my driveway. I walked to the movie theater.
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