Some friends and I had just moved to a new town, hoping to make new lives for ourselves. While driving into the town we began to share our cheesy Hallmark-style life dreams.
The town had a massive hospital, renowned for its lack of shootings despite having been constructed next to a housing complex with a 90% crime rate. One of my friend’s dreams was to purchase the hospital so he could legally acquire and demolish the all-too-close housing complex and improve the city.
My dream was to build a chain of giant mall complexes across America called Raggy Malls, places where people could buy anything they needed in one stop. We agreed that once he demolished the housing complex we would build the first Raggy Mall there.
Fast forward an undetermined amount of time and we are spending out last moments cuddling together in the car. Out kidnapper turns around from the drivers seat to ask us what we want for our last meals. I ask for a Wendy’s chicken sandwich, triggering the driver and leading to a debate over which fast food restaurant makes the best chicken sandwich.