Not the foggiest idea


  
The fog was so thick I could only see a few metres ahead. Luckily there was another car travelling slowly in front of me, so I followed it carefully, keeping my eyes trained on its tail-lights. We continued like this for what seemed like hours, when the car in front suddenly came to a complete stop. In the thick fog I discerned the driver climbing out of the car, so I turned off my engine and did the same. 
	“Why did you stop?” I asked. 
	The driver turned to me and replied. “I’m in my garage.” 
 


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