This is a story in which the character talks about how the narrator is wrong sometimes.

The character is coming back from a long night of karaoke in New York. She's on an escalator. She's wearing red pumps, and has just met a really hot guy. His name is Hans, and he does a fantastic rendition of Desperado. That's why she fell for him--who wouldn't? But all night she's been really drunk, and she's been throwing up in her mouth a little bit. The ads for chocolate covered cherries are making her sick, and all she think of is how she hopes she can get to the top before vomiting. She wonders for a moment if she might be pregnant, but then remembers that she hasn't had sex for a year. But of course one must consider the vast quantities of porn she watches while wearing her red pumps and listening to desperado in her blue living room. A little boy dressed in white is going up the escalator next to her, and he says "Is there anything I should know?" She feels guilty for thinking about porn while little kids are around, so she quickly tries to think of something profound. "When in doubt, head East," she says--

--At this point the character interjects. "Actually, that escalator is in London."