[You find yourself in a large room, brightly lit and smelling slightly of talcum powder, and filled with small tables, at each of which there are two chairs. Each table has a number and a stop clock.
Other guests can be seen already sitting down or standing shyly by the refreshments table. I hope they know why I'm here, because I sure as hell don't, though I'm sure it wasn't by choice. Overhead there is a large banner with a slogan written in English.]
Hm, what a strange place. This is certainly not the NRA meeting... Mah, I may as well sit down and wait.
[get your pick-up lines ready folks]