As I exit office of psychiatrist with a rolled up document, I was stopped by another one from the same floor. She asked me what I have in my hands, wondering if I got it from her office. I told her it was a list of colors and their meanings. She realized it was her coworkers whom she didn't like, thus she didn't mind me having it. We went outside, flirting entire way out, at which point she invited me over to her house.
Outside we saw the other psychiatrist who was driving an F-26 jet fighter. We wondered to each other how she was able to afford it and living in an expensive building with other expensive vehicles, meanwhile I was driving exactly same type of a fighter jet.
