I was leaving work when I thought I might walk around and see some of the other buildings. The other buildings were very modern and much nicer than the one I work in. As I wandered I noticed a lot of other young people milling about.
I walked into on of the larger buildings and it was like a shopping mall. There were stores and restaurants everywhere. It was an awesome place that I didn’t know about. I eventually realized that I didn’t know where my car was parked. Fortunately I met an old friend riding his bicycle and asked him to help me find my car. He took me to his apartment which was actually part of the mall. What a wonderful place! I wish I lived here.
He asked me approximately where my car was but I had no idea. I couldn’t even remember what color or make it was. I had my key fob remote and took it out of my pocket hoping that by pressing the button I could find the car. When I pressed it, one of the cars right outside the door beeped. I pressed it again. Beep! It was a tiny old blue car with no markings. It was in bad shape. No way it was mine. On the back was a place where the Mitsubishi logo had fallen off. This was weird. It must have the same remote code.
I noticed that I was wearing only a white speedo and a black shirt and felt out of place among the mall-apartment kids. I asked my friend if I could borrow his bike and ride around to find my car. I hate it when this happens.