Tunnel of what now? [open]
Sunday evening, Anita was strolling through the carnival, killing time before the sun went down so that she could get in touch her more nocturnal contacts. She hadn't exactly intended to get in line for whatever attraction was waiting just ahead, but she had been distracted for a moment, and then suddenly became swept up in the crowd of boisterous young teenagers and/or twenty-somethings, and here she was. Had she known it was the tunnel of love, she might have ducked under the ropes and run while she had the chance, but by the time she realized, it was already too late.
So she tried to relax and enjoy the ride. After all, it was just a little harmless fun. Right? Of course, right.