Game:Pick Up the Phone Booth and Aisle/strike

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The phone booth starts ringing. Curious, you pick up the phone.


"Hi, Mr./Ms. <insert name here>, this is Buck Woodston from Paramount," says a friendly voice on the other line. "I received your idea for a script of Robinson Carusoe Meets King Kong, and I thought it was the best thing I've read since I read The Princess Bride!!"

"Really?" you say. "Gee, thanks Mr. Woodston."

"Please, call me Buck," he says. "Anyhow, we had a meeting and we would love for you to work for Paramount!"

"I'll be right there!!" you shout excitedly. You leave your items, even your car keys, behind and dash for the studio (which, coincedentally, is right next door. The executives greet you and give you a contract to sign. You go on to write 17-1/2 blockbusters for the studio.

However, when working on your eighteenth script, you suddenly realize, after reading over you contract, that you are being cheated out of many things. After pointing this out to fellow writers, you organize a national strike of the Writers' Guild. Your picket sign says, "BUCK THIS PARAMORONS".

*** Just another normal day for members of the Writers' Guild of America... ***

But wait...

You feel a tremendous wrench – the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.

But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....

Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.

On to the next aisle.

The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.

You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.

A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

Your move:

*Secret option!
Super-secret option!
Double super-secret option!