There was a big circle of people sitting and hanging out on the floor of a giant room. They were doing some kind of quiz contest and my group went first. The person running the quiz read all the available answers to choose from, but I wasn't paying attention. They refused to read the options again and spent a bunch of time adjusting their glasses. After a long time they reread them and I got the question wrong. A friend I haven't seen in a while was there and they thought it was kind of funny.
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