At a bar, or a movie... there were a couple of girls, in pretty frilly tops, that I should have talked to, or should have kissed, but I didn't. As I'm leaving, another girl is leaving too, and I should have talked to her, but now it's too late. I'm getting in my car, which is in a multi-car garage, but it's partially like my surrey the Lester Express. My dog Charlie jumps in the back, but his blanket isn't in there. It's nearby, but I have to put it in with him in the way, or coax him out.