I was in a parking lot. I'm thinking it was one of the commuter parking lots at my college. My parents and sister were there as well, and we were all standing in the middle of the lot, just observing the students who walked by. Everybody kept saying that all the girls had eating disorders. I'm not sure how anyone knew this, but I accepted it as the truth.
Across the parking lot, Bart Simpson was trying to start up his Range Rover. I was standing next to his parking space, but I seemed to be an invisible observer at that point. Bart started the SUV, hit the gas instead of the brake, and went plowing into the chain-link fence in front of him. There was a trailer attached to his Range Rover that was holding a Sea-Doo. This went through the fence as well, and pretty soon the entire vehicle was being held above the ground by the trailer hitch, which had caught on the fence.
Around him, other people were getting in their cars and starting to leave. No one offered to help, and, in my head, I started seeing a cartoon version of what had happened to Bart's vehicle.
I went back to talk to my parents. They gave both my sister and me five dollars to spend on anything we wanted at the student center. I came back with a book and my sister came back with a pack of cigarettes. Marlboro Lights.
