He throws barbs at the other drivers from the security of his own car. Dreaming of a world where he is king. And can get any woman he wants.

He can’t admit the realities of his age, his descent into consumer irrelevence. He looks silly in his clothes, hanging at the mall. Chillin.

There is a knock on the door. If this is a movie, he thinks, I get lucky. It is the plumber. And she’s a looker. It’s not a movie, she says.