If you put too many toys (or other stuff) in your bed there is no room to lay down. You may have to find a bench.
I saw this scene from my window and realized I’d met this man a year before. The truck looked familiar. It was broken down in the library parking lot and I gave him a ride to town. I also took his picture. He has some rather unusual conspiracy theories.
I printed out that picture from a year ago and thought I’d go down and surprise him with it.
I walked up and handed him the photo as he laid on the bench and talked intently on his phone. He glanced at it briefly, stuck it in his pocket and kept talking. I guess he’s seen photos before. Maybe he has strangers giving him photos of himself all the time.