Dreamland

Visualize this:-

The President of USA sitting in our living room. I am awed, of course, and skeptical and apprehensive; why is he here? We are simple people and this isn't his country either... why here? He is hiding out from some/many mean, dubious, shady, dark characters the kinds who wish to harm the President and upset his various peace initiatives. And he is demanding to use our phone to call up the White-house and get help. We want to help, but the problem is its a small town in India, there are no mobiles and the land-phone would only make a call with-in this town as we havent subscribed to the STD or the international ISD facility (we cant afford!!!!). So, tells my Dad to the President, there is no way he can make this call from our living room, but if he is all that desperate about it we can guide him to the nearest pay-phone its just a short drive from home.
As the matter is of International importance and utmost urgency dad even offers him his 24 years old second-hand car, a bottle green colored Fiat ..model: Premier Padmini. The President looks at it and says he will sit in the back and someone else would have to drive. But the back door has had some problems, it doesn't open. The President takes the front door but then the front door wouldn't shut. So I see the President crouched up front while trying to hold the door shut with both his hands, while we are unsuccessfully trying to cajole the old beauty's engine to life.

I was sorry to wake up just then.....