I'm driving, in the dark, to a bank high up on a hill. I think it's a bank, and I should have brought this check to deposit. But it's also a McDonald's, and I'm hungry. I drive in through the front door, and there's an aisle to the right which seems it would fit my truck, but there are signs there saying "this is not the drive-thru". I don't really want to go through the drive-thru anyway, so I back out and park in the parking lot.

Then I come in and look at the menu, but it seems like not a full McDonald's, and I can't decide what to have. I go back outside, where there is snow on the ground, and a lot of children out playing, excited about the snow. It's rare to have so late in the year.

Then I can't find my truck. The parking lot isn't that big, but I am having trouble walking around because of my post-injured foot. Finally I click my clicker, and the truck peeps, and I find where it is parked. Right near there I notice that a bunch of papers and credit cards of mine are scattered on the ground. Seems everything is still there; surprisingly, nobody messed with them and they didn't blow far. I stoop down and gather them up, but again have trouble because of my bad foot.