Some stories:
I went to lunch at EatWell. and they had paper for tablecloths and crayons on each table, so while I was waiting for my food i colored my whole table. When I left I glanced at what the lonely old man at the next table had written on his table: Why has the FBI not noticed me........
On my way home from the gym I had some difficulty parking in the lot behind my apartment because apparently someone was shooting a movie.
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Maybe the FBI did not notice him because they were too busy observing the young lady prolifically emulsifying her table cover with her perpetual imagination.
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