It was a Friday night when my turn came to take the 10-pound plastic doll home.
Friday finally came, when I remembered what my responsibilities were for the night I imagined doing as my little sister used to do as a child and spend an entire night playing with a large plastic doll,  as you can imagine I could not wait.
I then decided to name him Tyler.
After countless hours of staring at this plastic nightmare, I decided the best suitable name for him must be Tyler.
Because it was Friday night, there were a lot of people waiting in line to get a table.
Like every restaraunt on a friday night, there were swarms of people coming in and out of the restaraunt but most just crowded the foyer while they waited impatiently for a host to seat them according to their list.