"Can I help you, sir?" says the kindly old man.

    "Hi, Dad."

    "Dad?!  I'm not your dad."  His amiable smile fades.  "Go on, get the hell outta here.  I don't need anything."

    Why doesn't he remember his own son?  What's going on here?

    The front door is slammed closed in your face.

    You scratch your head, trying to figure things out...

    But what's this?  No hair?

    You've gone completely bald!

    "No hair, no van, no pants..."


    "Ha, ha, ha!  Donuts!"

    "Hope they have honey-glazed..."

    Go to Christy's for some donuts.