A very young version of me, an almost preteen me is accompanying a very grown Keanu Reeves looking for 'vcr' shops.
Apparently it's our intention to buy vcr's and cassettes from a particular shop. Keanu has ulterior motives behind it but he hasn't confessed those to a child, and my job is only to help him get to that shop.
We are in what looks to be India but a far better version, as it plays in my head.
We travel in odd public transportation, cars even cycles to reach our destination which we both are clueless about, even though I've a map.
Turns out that shop isn't easy to find and I've crossed out over a dozen shops names with the same name that are not the shops we are looking for. ;)
During all this time he even gives his clothes for dry cleaning, and we sit at a cafe of sorts to get something refreshing to drink, and while I sit there having some childlike beverage Keanu Reeves goes out for a while because he has some work.
I see him holding a huge IKEA bag that he's stuffing with helium balloons on a pavement outside.
None of these activities seemed overly suspicious to me and I went to make payments of whatever I was drinking when the cashier asked me what is that guy doing? (Actually we had a long conversation but I don't remember it)
At that moment I did slip and fall in the shops kitchen and I told them I'm having a bad day.
What happened next is not something I remember because later I'm going to a dry cleaning shop with a some money in my pocket that turns out to be foreign currency.
A man comes to a shop and asks me for some change and I show him I've not the regular money but he doesn't mind that. Doing some mental calculations he gives me a lot of loose cash, all of different currencies in change.
Somehow none of these activities bother me in the least because I use the different currencies to pay for dry cleaning and realise that Keanu Reeves has left a pair of trousers.
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