BOB: The robot's in the financial district. Which exit do I
take?
HELEN: Traction Avenue.
BOB: That'll take me downtown. I take Seventh, don't I?
HELEN: Don't take Seventh!
BOB: Great, we missed it!
HELEN: You asked me how to get there and I told you. Exit at Traction!
BOB: That'll take me downtown!
HELEN: He's coming up! Get in the right lane! Signal!
BOB: Not Traction!
HELEN: You're gonna miss it!
i just woke up from a horrible dream where i was held captive in a dark smelly room with lots of noise. i also recall raucous laughter and something about downtown... just repeated over and over again. downtown. downtown. downtown. i was considering this thought when i was attacked by a thief. the tree stole my dignity and perhaps some of my skin cells... hmm...
