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I was in a big city and wanted to try a fancy, new restaurant so I put my name on the list. There were some cute girls waiting, many families of four dressed to the nines, a couple of older gentlemen in brown plaid jackets. I nodded at a few of them, but never spoke. I waited for a few hours even after everyone around me had been seated. I decided I could wait for 5 hours and if I wasn't served by then, I would simply go home (and to bed) without dinner.
While eavesdropping, I heard some partying college kids mention the second half of a map their friends were bringing here tonight. When combined, the map lead to a great hall with records on everything. I got very excited because getting to this hall would be like meeting God.... then my alarm rang. Why do we need to work so early in the morning? I only have time to dream the boring prologue (which is probably related to Waiting For Godot, a personal favorite).Posted by hans1995 at May 5, 2005 8:59 AM | TrackBack