I'm at the car mechanic's shop. He located a used car for me and is in the process of prepping it. The owner's son tells me about a pipe that needs to be replaced. I'm thoroughly dismayed – I don't want to have to do any work on the car. But I remain stoic.
He takes me into the back and shows me some license plate samples, asking me to choose a color. The first plate is extremely gaudy, with sunburst / peach on the left side that transitions to blue on the right with a dividing arc near the center. A second plate is less brilliant. It's also smaller, less tall. I pick a blue from the first plate and a letter from the second, which I call blue, but he calls it slate. With that decided, I make my way out of the place.
I see a large number of cars parked in the lot and a very long table with a white table cloth and stacks of folded cloth napkins. It looks like a huge dinner party is being set up. “Why wasn't I invited?” I wonder. “I'm his biggest customer!” Oh well. I shake it off.