I'm at a restaurant with a girl I've been dating. We're just finishing a meal, getting up to go to a second restaurant to meet my folks for dinner. I guzzle what remains of my beer. At that restaurant - seemingly the Leaning Tower of Pizza, I order what I think will be a grilled tuna sandwich, but I get a loaf of bread torn in half and a little canned tuna spread on top. I think about complaining, but look at the menu again and see what I ordered is called "SOME BREAD WITH A BIT OF CANNED TUNA".
We all drive separately to as third restaurant. I'm walking towards a swinging bridge that leads to the restaurant. There are high school athletes leaving the building after a game. A team of paramedics is going in with a stretcher. I'm worried that it might be for my dad, but it ends up being a player who was injured.
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