Robert and I were on a road trip from California, through Arizona to New Mexico, but instead of heading southwest, Arizona was above California, and New Mexico beyond that.
We passed a grocery store, but the guy in front of me wasn't paying attention and almost hit an old man crossing the entrance. I told Robert how horrible it was that the guy was too drunk to be paying attention. The old guy gave us a cold stare as we passed.
We came to a stop sign, and for some reason I pulled out a box of Monopoly and we started playing. People started going around us and honking their horns. Everyone seemed to be driving old muscle cars. It was strange.
Finally, I put the Monopoly game in Robert's lap and we took off, looking behind us to see if we had pissed anyone off enough to come after us.
That's it.
