A man enters a new road construction area at night. He looks a little suspect. He turns the generator lights on then starts up the white line marking machine. He stalls it.Clearly heâs no expert. He begins to make a white line down the centre of the road but suddenly veers to the right, then to the left, weaving this way and that. Is he mad? Is he drunk? He's neither of those. We fade to black and then cut to the next morning.
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