Imagine walking into a record store to buy an old vinyl player, than you turn right into a dimmed corner and you see this 1,57cm tall Venus de Milo wearing big red glasses and an emo haircut straight from two thousand and something, her hair colour you can't even tell anymore but it's oddly nice and she goes straight to you as you feel her perfume taking you over and she says with a very southern accent: "Nice record player, dipshit" then handles you a little piece of paper that you unfold to read and it's her phone number, you look towards her but she ain't there no more, in 3 seconds she totally disappeared and you don't even know if it's a real number or if she's just trolling.