A charter bus pulled just pulled up outside my house. And even from down the long driveway I can hear all those people talking. Why is there a charter tourist bus on my street? Why are the people milling around? Why is there a lady with reindeer antlers on? They're carrollers. And they're all drinking. They're cheering and singing. A bus load of drunk carrollers just pulled up in front of my house and offloaded them in the street.
Why does something always happen in my day to remind me that my reality is broken?