4:50 PM.

Lorraine arrived at the bank to pick up George. Being caught in the rush of traffic made her irritable, not to mention the anxiety of Uncle Joey, and no one being on her side when it came to that subject. She angrily honked the horn for a few seconds, hoping it would get George's attention. As usual though, he didn't get the hint. He must be in there doing something for somebody or laughing to himself again.

Realizing she'd have to go in, she reapplied some of her makeup, hoping to get noticed by some of the guys who might be there. She had never gotten over her own feelings of wanting to date more and do what most teenagers and young women did. After meeting George, she fell in love with him, mostly out of sympathy, not true love. Getting a few stares from some young guys was one of the few things that could make her somewhat happy in life.

Putting her Max Factor kit away, she started in to the bank. Sure enough, she got a few looks from passerbys on the street. Now feeling better, she went inside and walks over to George's office. The door was closed and the bank was fairly empty aside from customers and a few tellers. Noticing Lester, she asked, "Hi there, Lester. Do you know if George is here right now?"

Abruptly looking up from his assignment, he quickly said, "Oh, yeah, Lorraine. I don't know how much more work he has to do. He's been in there for a while now. He might be working on some important papers. Yeah, maybe some papers"

Lorraine thanked him and went to the office. Knocking on the door, she said, "George, are you in there? I'm here now. I would've come sooner, but there was an accident on the way here. Backed up forever."

On the other side of the door, George was working on a crossword puzzle in the back of the Hill Valley Telegraph. "Oh, Lorraine, come in. This puzzle was just getting kind of hard. I must have just lost track of time. I didn't know you were already here, but, uh, okay, we can go now."

Just as they were about to turn away, James Strickland comes walking by. "Hello, Mrs. McFly. It is 5:00, are you both planning to leave now? Only losers leave before the day is over."

She was suddenly angry again because of this hound of a boss George had. Obviously he would never even attempt to challenge the guy either. Lorraine spoke up, "Yes, Mr. Strickland, we're going. Is there a problem with that?"

"No, I just wondered why you were both going together, that's all. Didn't you come in your own car this morning, McFly?"

Not wanting to lie, but also not wanting to give Biff away and possibly take the blame from Biff later, he said, "No, I actually got here another way today. Our son, Dave, was the one who took me. He didn't come in though, that's why you didn't see him." Luckily for George, his boss didn't know that Dave didn't even have a car anymore.

In a turn of events, Strickland asked, "That reminds me, where is your supervisor? I haven't seen him in awhile."

George had to think of a way out of this. It was just the question, he hoped wouldn't come up. "I, I don't know. Maybe he's just getting something else done and you'll run into him soon. I saw him go in the bathroom earlier."

That was satisfactory enough. The boss just said, "Well, next time I see Mr. Tannen, I'm going to tell him to stay in my sights and not be such a loser! Have a good weekend, McFly, that was good coffee this morning, Now, just be on time next Monday." Strickland than walked away and went back to his office.

With that, the couple headed out to Lorraine's 1982 red Ford Taurus station wagon. As soon as they left the parking lot and were out on the road, Lorraine talked about a few things. First was her job.

"Ever since I got fired, I've just been so depressed. I had that job for almost 20 years. How could they fire me? All I did was take one sip of wine during lunch. It's not like I hadn't done it before!"

In George's mind, this was not good. She was getting upset again, and he never knew how to react to this. This is sometimes why he would try to tune her out. "I don't think it was anything against you. Anybody else who worked there would've likely been fired if they did it, too."

"Yes, but, why wouldn't they fire me earlier when they found out I like to drink sometimes? I didn't have the whole bottle! With what I had, my working wasn't affected," she said honestly.

"You could be right about that. Maybe they didn't know how much you actually had. What if you asked for your job back? You were there for a long time. Just tell your boss how sorry you are." He trailed off before breaking again into a nervous laugh.

Sensing that this conversation was going nowhere, she changed the subject. "I just want to know why you told Biff he could have the car."

George just weakly replied, "He wanted it for a few hours. I can't tell him no. He'll probably have it back tonight. He said that's what he would do."

In an almost argumentative voice, Lorraine shot back, "It's bad enough to tell Marty he could have it, but not Biff too. Besides, do you really think Marty will get it back on time Sunday morning?"

In the slightest attempt at a defense, George just sniveled, "I suppose sometimes he might run a little late, but I don't think he means to. If he and his friends are camping, he could accidentally oversleep. That's always a possibility."

Sighing, she just went, "Yeah, whatever. At least that's better than him going up there with Jennifer. Imagine that, George, one of our boys actually going on a full-on date with a girl. Besides, he's always around her and talking about her, that's probably next. I don't want our little boy doing that, do you?"

She thought to herself about how hypocritical that sounded. Deep down, she didn't feel there was anything wrong with girls chasing boys, and vice versa. She only lived the lie by claiming she felt that way, because she was sad about basically losing her own youthful romantic possibilities. Being married to a guy who was not only a complete wimp, but to whom she wasn't even really attracted to had put her life in a downward spiral. She always wanted a man to stand up for her, not the other way around. At times, she almost thought she was jealous of her own teenage son for having a steady, seemingly loving and exciting relationship.

George sat there, scratching his head and, although he didn't see too much wrong with it, even if it was with Jennifer, he just said, "Marty might want to go on a big date with Jennifer at some time, maybe not now, but a little later. They do seem to like each other."

Lorraine shrugged and said, "I just get worried about that. Our kids are almost all grown now. Just the other day, they were little babies. Not long before that, we were their age and fresh in love, don't you remember that?"

George was looking half down and half out the window and not really paying attention as she continued. "How nice it was, just you and me alone together, before the kids came along. We would just sit around talking all day, or go out at night. Every time my birthday came up, it was like I had another year to look forward to."

All that was partially fibbing. She wasn't madly in love with George now, or ever really. However, he was the only boyfriend she ever had, let alone a real relationship. Before that, she'd just gone on a few dates with some random guys from school. She told these stories in George's presence often in the hopes he would respond back with the same sentiment. He raely did, though.

"Oh, yeah. All of that was nice. Speaking of birthdays, yours is coming soon, on November 28th, and I'm sure the kids will get you something. What is there you want, though?"

Thinking it would be to no avail, she said the truth. "George, all I want is a romantic dinner, like the kind we used to have, especially at Lou's Café."

At that moment, lost in conversation, they passed the scene of the accident that Lorraine mentioned coming the opposite way. By now, police and a tow truck were there. Luckily for the McFlys, they were too busy to realize their other car was the one involved, or that Biff was there.