I'm Nicole and these are my meandering thoughts as I try to figure it out.
--"Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair"--
At the Farmer’s Market a guy stepped on a ketchup packet and the ketchup ended up on my bag. Since I was facing the other direction, I had no idea until his friend told me. I kind of wish I had seen the ketchup fly onto my bag. It’s an impressive distance and just seems highly improbable.