For some reason you are shy and reserved but prone to random bouts of outlandish exhibitionism. Remember that time in the shopping centre when you pretended to be James Bond and jumped into the sports car that was the prize in a raffle? I doubt anyone ever wins those cars (it is a con I have a suspicion to make money out of people who think it would be nice to have a car that can go over 100 miles an hour when you are not allowed to. Imagine being an ostrich in a tiny chicken pen surrounded by hundreds of chickens - that is you in your sports car stuck in everyday traffic. I think it is funny when people say: I was stuck in traffic, it was a nightmare! I can think of worse things more befitting of a nightmare than being stuck in traffic and I am sure you can too. A lot of people don’t really think about what they’re saying I guess is the point. Anyway, you tried to drive the car away but there were no keys and then the security guard asked you to get out and you said in the style of George Lazenby “don’t you know who I am?” And the guard said no and so the game was up and you got out. Afterwards I said you should have done your Sean Connery voice (way more recognisable) but that is you all over. That was a crazy time and by no means anomalous.
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