You give the old man a dollar and run to the store. Peachy. Now you only have $5. You go to the juice section and just as you get there, you see an old lady with a hunchback and an orange track suit on. The orange looking lady must have liked orange juice because she picked up the last carton, and gulped it down. The lady gives you a glare and walks off, as if to say “you didn't see anything”. There is no more orange juice! You watch the lady walk out the door and get her orange purse from surprisingly colorless black car and walk back in the store. The license plate says, “AB1CD2”. Weird. In desperate need to get something to bring back to your mom at home, you search a random section of the store. Should you check the breakfast cereal section (that the orange lady is in) or the dairy section?