Walk down stairs to a bar, not many people there. See 2 guys and we talk about leaving. It starts raining hot lead, and we run up the stairs and hope we don’t get hit. Run down the street.
Helping pack up a house. Try to make a table smaller. Someone points out that there’s a paper taped underneath. Look at it, then fold the legs in. There’s a horn not going in. Re-fold and it’s tiny.