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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tokiwong" data-source="post: 1417853" data-attributes="member: 961">The open road, well at least the open road of the PCH, which is pretty crowded with vehicles heading south towards Los Angeles, where it changes to the 10.  The mist is starting to burn off, as Dan heads north along the beachside; the traffic is not bad, not as bad as the southbound traffic.  The scenery I nice too, with young California girls out running, roller-blading, and well just enjoying the blossoming morning sunlight.On his right side, Dan passes a large green field with a four-foot high, and about thirty-foot long sign reading Pepperdine University, across it.  Shortly after that on the right hand side he sees the Blue Ocean Plaza.  Pulling into the parking lot, it isn’t overly crowded yet, perhaps because it is still early.The old Nova pulls into a parking spot, as a black sedan passes behind him, and several pedestrians work their way to and from the various stores of the upscale plaza.  He walks towards the store, stepping through the automatic doors and is greeted by an associate in their peculiar blue collared shirts.  A youth of about nineteen years of age with shaggy hair, and a budding goatee, gives him a smile, “Good morning, welcome to Best Buy!”  On his shirt is a nametag that reads, “Steve.”Directly ahead of Dan are a few rows of DVDs, on his right are the televisions, and Home Theater equipment.  On his left are more rows of CDs, and the cash registers.  There is plenty of background noise from customers, televisions and music all throughout the store.Steve gestures to Dan, “Is there anything you're looking for sir?”It is about 10:15 in the morning <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /></blockquote>

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