I’m at an outdoor music festival when a supersonic jet appears, flying very low. Everyone’s watching, presumably thinking “it’s not going to crash, is it?” But it does, and everyone gasps.
But then some kind of rescue aircraft appears, with a giant Monty Pythonesque hand operated by cranks and pulleys. It reaches down and plucks a woman from the wreck, and as we see her, we all cheer.
Susie, you simply have to give up dreaming that Prince Charming will be riding to your rescue. Ha! π
You mean I won’t be getting a job?
Did the woman look a lot like you???
No. She had dark brown hair.