All I could think of was her looking to step down off a curb into a puddle of water. The puddle of water would dry up before she ever decided how to handle it. By then, 1827 cars will have splashed her with water, the sun would have set three times, and then she'd still be standing there, because the variables would keep changing. Meanwhile, her SS would have expired from frustration.
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