At the Australian Open, sitting in back, some girl motions to me and I flash her. She’s surprised, and no one else sees. I walk back to the lawn, get dressed and come back. Go into the buffet room-Sis says someone said that I’m acting like a teenager. Go back into the kitchen, and Mom offers me tickets so I can stay in Melbourne for four weeks. I tell her thanks, but I don’t have any savings and can’t take that much time off of work. I walk to the bathroom, back in, start pooping and realize someone in sitting already. It’s Dad, and I clean poop off of him and the floor.
At a park, going to have a picnic. Some odd wasp-like aircraft comes flying around. It sort of looks like Zorak from Space Ghost. It circles a few times, spewing clouds of mist. It lands next to us, and two food carts drive out the back and go past us and up the hill. I’m like, “It’s a promo!”