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me: “you’re at 112”
her: “which one is that?”
me: “second row, second one on the right”
her: walking to the second row and immediately turning left
me: shaking head and mumbling under my breath so only the guy at 101 can hear “It’s the one with the #112 on the side of it,” and then aloud “right, right, right!”

I think we need flashing lights and smoke signals.

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