Lunch. April, the thirteenth. Even though I knew that multicultural week was going on, I was still shocked by the sea of people in the horseshoe loop. Looking at the milling masses, I decided to throw myself into the crowd.
Bad idea. The crowd, which I strongly suspect to posses some sort of hive mind, promptly played pinball with me. I was bounced all along the bend, finally ending up in the middle, where I spotted a friend. An immaculate chorus of angels sounded in my head as I asked him where the tickets were being sold, and he gladly pointed it out to me.
After another round of human pinball with the crowd ended up with me holding three tickets, where I then exchanged it for a slice of cake and a Fanta. All was well.
Nice story! I like how you accurately display the confusion of lunchtime haha
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