On a quiet street in a darkened neighborhood at eight o’clock at night, there’s man in a red Jazzy scooter equipped with neither headlight nor reflective tape, rolling down the middle of the street with no regard to the evening traffic. A passing motorist honks in warning.
The oblivious man in the red Jazzy scooter rolls on.
Suddenly I want a red Jazzy scooter too!
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