Party Time. Excellent.

So I went outside for a cigarette, and a man who stepped out of Wayne's World is getting into his car. Shoulder-length, black stringy hair with a black Zildjian hat on top, wearing an olive army jacket. He got in his car and attached a device to his windshield that I'm guessing is a radar detector. He peeled out of the parking lot, and not a minute later a woman in a car the size of a bus pulls in. It is some kind of Ford that has a front hood-area as tall as the cars around it, and is definitely taller than my car, which I've taken to calling "The Midget." She spent a good five minutes parking it in a completely normal spot.

I think there was MSG in my soup.