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    It all started at the airport during boarding of the plane from Rochester to Chicago:  My first connection to Los Angeles.  Somewhere along the line, I figure someone like Candice Bergman must have tossed me the-all-infamous-Sprint dime.  It sort of went something like this:
 

Fade in from white cloud to a sharpened picture of me rushing through Rochester International Airport.  Someone flicks me a dime in slow motion.  Fade to next scene showing me sitting on a plane during boarding.

Sitting in my seat waiting for boarding to complete, I notice an attractive woman walking up the aisle.  She takes the aisle seat of my row leaving the seat between us empty.  After cleverly initiating conversation by usage of the small-comment-about-the-weather technique, she willingly steps into her story about her visit to Rochester:  Therefore, allowing me to just gaze into her light brown eyes.  It was lovely.  Sophisticated laughter filled the air.  Nice.
 

Close up of me smiling while raising brows a couple of times.  Quick pan  to next scene -- LAX as people exit the plane.

Arriving in Los Angeles, there are no hassles and events proceed smoothly from plane, to baggage claim, to car rental.  Stepping outside, it feels like summer.  Not a cloud in the sky.  Oh look.  A Cessna flying overhead.  Of course, above the palm trees.   I enter the Hertz facilities, onward to the front of the line, no waiting.  Hold on, could it be?  A free upgrade for me?  Sure.  I drive away in my new red Mercury Sable. I wink at the woman standing in the median of the road selling roses.
 

Shot of woman from afar zooming in to a full body shot of puzzlement while looking at the fleeing red Mercury Sable.  Quick pan  to next scene -- Gold’s Gym at Venice Beach.

Gold’s Gym at Venice Beach; the Bodybuilding Mecca of the world.  During my workout, my favorite bodybuilding idol walks through the doors.  Before then, I have only seen him on TV and in the magazines.  I gather up enough courage and strike up a conversation with him.  Nice guy.  He autographs my weightlifting belt for me.
 

Shot of famous bodybuilder and me shaking hands and smiling.  Quick pan to next scene -- Japanese fast food place somewhere in Manhattan Beach.

Heading back toward the hotel, I stop at the local Yoshinoya restaurant for some quick Japanese takeout.  A woman with the most capturing gaze sits near the entrance.  I smile.  She smiles back.  After a few minutes, I grab my order and head for the door.  I notice her reflection in the glass door.  Could one believe it?  She was staring at my backside.  Most excellent.  While continuing to walk out the exit, I smoothly turn my head, wink and smile.  She seems to blush.  Then smiles back.
 

Shot of me smiling with the confirming-fist-and-one- thumb-up, exiting the restaurant and flicking the dime in slow motion to a person passing by.

 

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