Out in the courtyard, a she stops a few yards ahead of me and turns around.
“Excuse me, are you parked nearby?”
“Why do you ask? Is there something I can help you with?”
“I think I need a sedative.”
“A sedative? Where would I get that?”
“I need you to take me to the gas station to get it.”
“They sell sedatives at the gas station? What brand?”
“Oh! I don’t know much about alcohol, but if you give me the details I suppose I can get it for you.”
“Where are you parked? I want to come along.”
“I’m at the other end of the lot.”
“Never mind, then. That’s too far.”
She decides to take her own car.