At a US reunion, walk around. Mistakenly go into the girl’s bathroom, see my sweater on the shelf. Grab it and leave. Get a dirty look, go back in and tell that I would’ve been in there of my sweater wasn’t there. Walk over to the dinner table and sit down. My plate is done and we start messing around. The guy next to me tries to tip my plate into my lap and fails. I get him, then he puts mustard all over my plate. Leave and start watching kids playing a game. One shoves another and he starts chasing him. They start doing a skit about tennis and I remark that I wish I had tried out for the team, just to be able to hit around more often. I was good enough, but hated competing. Watch an interview with John Bell.
On a plane, start taking off, but don’t quite make it. Keep going, fail again. I get off and the plane leaves.