Roy looked out his window and spotted the neighborhood L-O-L... “Little Old Lady.”
Roy and his roommate Jack often joked about the slow-moving, elderly woman who lived somewhere in the neighborhood. She looked to be easily eighty years old and was constantly shuffling about on foot throughout the area all day long. Roy personally had gotten stuck waiting interminably at various intersections for the L-O-L to make it through pedestrian crosswalks at her snail's pace.
This morning, the woman was wearing a dark blue, ankle-length dress with white polka dots. As always, she wore the same badly faded, scuffed, blue shoes she probably bought back in the 1950s. She was hunched over and slowly shuffling across the parking lot, blocking the paths of various cars – their impatient drivers already honking angrily at her. As usual, she appeared oblivious to it all. She was either deaf or senile... possibly both, mused Roy.
Smiling mischievously, Roy pointed the device out the window and aimed it directly at the woman. After pushing the button, he contemplated who or what to best target next in order to complete the role swap.
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