I'm taking to a bored group of people about landscaping their yard. An older wealthy man, grey haired, his elegant wife, a younger couple I assume must be their children...I'm explaining that we can pull up the concrete slabs (9 of them in total) they've filled the yard with, lay in some stone tiles, large vases, trees, flowers, their disinterested, the older man explains to me: "We're really not into being upsold....", I try to explain I'm not upselling them, I'm trying to give them choices...
...they're not making the choices, leaving it to me, I conceive the idea to take them into the yard one by one and feel them out, I start with the younger blonde, she's pretty but her teeth are odd and jutting out, I lead her into the garden, she's looking back and loudly complaining - "If any of them are checking me out, tell them they're gonna be in trouble..." and I'm thinking how odd she is...
Now I'm in a parking lot, another client, dark haired, young, we're there to go into the mall and pick up landscaping supplies, looking through my window I see a small cloud, orange in the setting sun, advancing, boiling, splitting itself apart, and before we know it it's upon us...
For a moment I don't know what's happened, then I realize I'm under water in the car, swimming, trying to get my head above water, then before I know it drains away, pouring out through the windows and doors and I can breathe...the respite is only temporary, however, the girl seems all right, we barely have time to catch out breath and it happens again...
When it's done again we get out of the car, it's drenched, we're drenched to the skin, EMS vehicles are everywhere, a long truck is pulling around the front of my Jetta, it grinds against the headlight, a british Bobby, policewoman, stops me to tell me that while my car seems to have weathered the flood fine my headlight has unfortunately received 1200% damage, I want to tell her it wasn't the flood, it was the truck that just passed, but it's pointless, she's clueless...
It's a state of emergency, firetrucks, police cars, the girl, the client, she's leading me away, she's decided she wants to have sex, only we can't seem to find anywhere away from the mobs of people and workers, we try elevators at the mall, secret passages, nothing is working, and it's appearing we'll have to give up, I'm back at the car now, alone, and turning it over find to my surprise that it's weakly managing to start...