I wake up apprehensive, yet ready. The room is dark, but I can tell that it is my bed. I reach over for the lights and find that nobody is in my bed besides my teddy bear. I turn on the lights and still can't see. The women's bra is again on my head.
Breakfast consists of burnt toast and watered down Tang. The newspaper headlines read "LB Man, Dog Questioned". I breathe a sigh of relief and continue reading. The story goes on "A Long Beach man was questioned regarding the recent felony, but his story checked out and the search continues". I quit reading.
The police have returned my truck and seeing that it might rain, I drive it to work. I find that I can get used to the truck missing 2 gears, the windshield, and not being able to turn left but only because there's only 8 more payments left on it. I get to TRW with a clever combination of driving straight (with the steering wheel cranked as far to the left as it will go) and right turns. Like the famous operations research Traveling Salesman Problem, I have solved a modified version called the Handicapped Traveling Salesman Problem.
To distract me, I put in a CD. After hearing a couple of songs, I realize that something is amiss. Somebody has replaced my Dead Kennedys CD with a "Love Songs of the 70's" CD featuring "Muskrat Love", "Do That To Me One More Time", and some assorted KC and the Sunshine Band songs that have nothing to do with love...or music for that matter.
The customer has left, but the kinematic mounts remain. Cleaned up now - no pink paint with bright orange speckles. Quality assurance signs off on the testing procedure when we explain to them that we accidentally left field hockey/jai lai strokes off the test procedure.
Things go downhill from here, so I better quit.