As you lie on your bunk in the tour bus you remember the interview. Your resume checked out fine, but you hadn't officially gotten the job until Zac approached you with a bright orange shirt in one hand, and a grey one in the other.
"Which one?" he had asked.
"The orange one," you reply.
Those three little words officially won you the job. You wonder if the orange vs grey thing had something to do with their previous stylist.
The bus stops at a service station. As the buses fill up with fuel, you decide to take a wander round and get some fresh air. In the midst of your wandering, Zac comes around the corner, his arms full of junk food and bangs right into you. The junk food goes every where.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry," you say.
Zac shakes his head as you help him pick it all up.
"Don't be, it was my fault. I couldn't see where I was going."
"Well, I suppose that what happens when you have all this food in front of your face."
His eyes glitter.
"Yep!"
"You're not going to eat this all on your own are you?"
"That's the plan."
"You'll make yourself sick."
"That's exactly what Mom is gonna say the moment I walk in the door."
"So what does that tell you?"
"That she has no idea what the Zac Hanson constitution is like."
"Hmm, I suppose that applies to me too, then?"
"Yeah, but you have an excuse. We only met a few days ago and Mom's known me all my life," he grins.
You soon finished chatting, and after a little more walking you head back to the buses. But, oh dear! You can't remember which bus your were on. Well, that be right. Here you are, superspy, and you don't know which bus. You had better pick one of the identical buses soon, as you're about to get going again. So which is it? the left or the right?