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An overhead projector at the back of the car projects your view of the road on to the windshield which is lit from behind by the sun. At your current speed it seems that you are unable to move beyond the horizon so you step on the gas pedal and accidentally drive the car through it's windshield.
You step out of the car to survey the damage. Things don't look good at all. The windshield and all that had previously stood behind it lies yards behind the car, shattered into countless little fragments. You are way ahead of yourself.
The overhead projector has been jostled a bit and the image it projects now seems off compared to what it was before the accident. The sun is setting whereas earlier it had been noon. Since there is an image before you despite your windshield being broken, you realize that you must be looking at the projection on another windshield. There is a town on the horizon which must have an auto parts shop. Things are looking up.
You pull into town and park your car. You intend to look for the auto parts shop but, since you skipped lunchtime and lunch along with it, you wish to eat beforehand and there is a restaurant conveniently located within your field of vision. Since your car has no windshield and could therefore easily be broken into, you ask for a window seat so that you can keep an eye on it.
You open the menu and are immediately overwhelmed by the myriad of choices with which you are presented. You can have soup if you are sick, wine if you are romantic, oysters if you are not currently in the mood but would like to be soon. The menu lacks a test that you can take in order to find out what you should order so you ask the waitress what she would recommend. Her eyes dart from side to side and she giggles before she leans over and whispers her recommendation in your ear.
You welcome her advances and suggest the two of you blow this joint in favor of a more romantic one. You look out of the window and see that your car is gone. You panic. In the backseat of what are you two going to make out now?! You are terribly upset and embarrassed but she strokes your hair and tells you it's going to be okay. "There's a go-kart track just down the block," she says.
You both climb into your respective go-karts at the same time but she quickly drives off, leaving you behind. You don't know where to go. After you check the go-kart for any flaws, you realize that you were unable to drive because you intuitively knew that this go-kart is devoid of both a windshield and an overhead projector.
The waitress goes all the way around the track and meets you back at the starting line. She asks what's wrong. After you tell her, there is a period of ineffable silence in which she gives you a very peculiar look that you only know how to answer with mimicry before she asks you, "Why in the world do you think that you need an overhead projector in order to drive a go-kart?"
You step out of the car to survey the damage. Things don't look good at all. The windshield and all that had previously stood behind it lies yards behind the car, shattered into countless little fragments. You are way ahead of yourself.
The overhead projector has been jostled a bit and the image it projects now seems off compared to what it was before the accident. The sun is setting whereas earlier it had been noon. Since there is an image before you despite your windshield being broken, you realize that you must be looking at the projection on another windshield. There is a town on the horizon which must have an auto parts shop. Things are looking up.
You pull into town and park your car. You intend to look for the auto parts shop but, since you skipped lunchtime and lunch along with it, you wish to eat beforehand and there is a restaurant conveniently located within your field of vision. Since your car has no windshield and could therefore easily be broken into, you ask for a window seat so that you can keep an eye on it.
You open the menu and are immediately overwhelmed by the myriad of choices with which you are presented. You can have soup if you are sick, wine if you are romantic, oysters if you are not currently in the mood but would like to be soon. The menu lacks a test that you can take in order to find out what you should order so you ask the waitress what she would recommend. Her eyes dart from side to side and she giggles before she leans over and whispers her recommendation in your ear.
You welcome her advances and suggest the two of you blow this joint in favor of a more romantic one. You look out of the window and see that your car is gone. You panic. In the backseat of what are you two going to make out now?! You are terribly upset and embarrassed but she strokes your hair and tells you it's going to be okay. "There's a go-kart track just down the block," she says.
You both climb into your respective go-karts at the same time but she quickly drives off, leaving you behind. You don't know where to go. After you check the go-kart for any flaws, you realize that you were unable to drive because you intuitively knew that this go-kart is devoid of both a windshield and an overhead projector.
The waitress goes all the way around the track and meets you back at the starting line. She asks what's wrong. After you tell her, there is a period of ineffable silence in which she gives you a very peculiar look that you only know how to answer with mimicry before she asks you, "Why in the world do you think that you need an overhead projector in order to drive a go-kart?"