I like the one where I am a passenger on a tour bus winding through dangerous one lane mountain road. We are coming up on Dead Man’s curve at 15,000 feet. Accelerating, the brakes are gone, the driver is drunk and or on drugs and the navigator whom is human is insane (no GPS), but the pink haired transgender tour guide is telling me about the lovely flowers and how special the Toucan bird is this time of year…
WtR