The story begins inside of a high school auditorium. It’s the South Davidson High School class of 2005’s 15 year reunion. At this point in my life I’m a cop, and still not married. All of my classmates sat on the bleachers in one particular section as a teacher wheeled a cart into the room, filled with bite sized foods.
The teacher called me down to her cart. We were going to play a game and the trick was to thread certain food objects onto some contraption without exceeding 250 calories. I started looking through my options and selected an orange slice, a mushroom, and a popcorn.
As soon as it was threaded successfully, I started running towards the door to the next room. I busted through and found furniture scattered everywhere. No one in sight. There was a light shining over the top of the furniture from a large window at the end of the room.
I turned back to the door, making my way for the auditorium. As I reached the other side, I found everyone else passing by me on the way to the furniture room.