Richard: Honey, I forgot my lunch. Could you bring it to me?

Zoe read the message from her husband and looked into the kitchen, lunch was on their dining table. Zoe was slightly upset she had worked so hard to make Richard a snack and he had left it at home. But her caring nature prevented her from taking the least bit of offense. In her mind she immediately conjured up a picture of a hungry Richard just waiting for her to bring lunch. The bimbo made as serious a face as possible, well, serious. It was serious only in her empty head, in reality it looked rather dumb. Zoe furrowed her eyebrows and pressed her lips forward.

With that idiotic expression on her face, Zoe grabbed lunch bag and stomped to her car. Yes, Zoey had a driver's license. Did that mean she knew how to drive? Absolutely not. Her driving was like the beginning of "The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!" Pedestrians barely had time to dodge her fucking bimbomobile, and drivers were constantly yelling and honking at her. Zoe thought she was being honked at as a compliment and courtesy, but in reality she was being honked at such a frequency that anyone's eardrums would burst because she'd just almost caused an accident like in the "Final Destination 2". The fact that she still had her driver's license was ironclad proof of the existence of God or any other supernatural ****.

Despite the danger of the trip, Zoe still made it to her husband's work. She grabbed his lunch on the passenger seat of her car and got out, heading toward the office of a large IT company.

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Zoe walked up to the security post and explained the situation to them.

The guard: "Hello, ma'am. What can we do for you?"

Zoe: "Hello, I'm here to bring my husband's lunch that he forgot when he went to work."

Security guard: "I'm sorry, ma'am. But I can't let you in because you're not an employee of this company. You can leave this package here and call your husband to come down and get it."

And then a phenomenon occurred in the empty chicken brain that might be called "Anti-Brainstorming." Anti-Brainstorming is when Zoe, by virtue of her absurdly low intelligence and distorted perception, draws an absurdly counterintuitive conclusion. In this case, that was the case:

In Zoe's mind she was an excellent cook and other people must of course have known this, how could they not. It follows that there is a strong possibility that someone might want to steal her food. It followed that the security guard, who she thought looked at the lunch bag very strangely, was not to be trusted.

This bimbo made up a problem out of nothing and took the absurdly stupid, most wrong of all possible solutions to that problem. Amazing!

Zoe subconsciously clutched the lunch bag to herself and said.

Zoe: "You know what I'd rather..."

And then there was a pause. Zoe had come up with the dumbest logic to solve her first (fictional problem), but by doing so, she had cut off the most adequate option to solve the real problem (delivering lunch to Robert). Zoe silently began to walk away from the guard leaving him completely bewildered at what this fool was performing. And then Zoey had a brilliant (it seemed to her) idea.