I was picking jenny up from some history museum in san froancisco. her parents had text messaged me saying the wheelchair she was in was driving her nuts and she was having troubles in the movie theaters. i pulled the mirrors off my car thinking theyd somehew help. i figured she was in a museum owned chair, so i ran around looking for a chair with wheels and pushed it around. I ended up going back and fourth through tis one particular room a bunch of times, and there was some hot chick wearing thigh-high socxs and a short skirt by the door. I almost ran over her foot with the chair the last time I had to go through the room. I was then waiting for jenny to get out of the movies and she came out walking, which confused me. i hugged her to death and then we got in my car and drove towards the beach. people were just walking in the street though, in the middle of individual lanes, towards trafffic. tons of them. sometimes groups of four people would walk up the street against traffic, each taking up a lane. I wasn’t slowing down all that much, just laying on the horn and swerving between them.
then we got to the end of the road and we decided te use the stair path unstead of walking in the sand, since her knee was bothering her. the stair path was slightly harder, and went up high in the air, but wouldn’t waist as much energy as the sand would have. from the top we realized it was a good idea to take the stairs anyways, since the water was in so high and people had dug it even deeper so it was very steep where the water met. unfortunately, as we started walking back down part of the stairs, we realized the rest of the path was underwater, so we had to get off and walk on the sand. the water was warm and clear like it was tropical. we started off by the edge of the water, until it became stuper steep, then we turned around to walk where it was more level so we gcould get up out of the steep area and not deal with that. Smoe kid pointed outa shell that looked lke a kidney.