Just then, Jenny—Charlie’s long-lost daughter—stumbled in, smelling faintly of cheap tequila and bad decisions. "Hey, roomies. Anyone seen my dignity? I think I left it at a dive bar called 'The Rusty Anchor' or in the back of a Prius. It’s a toss-up."

"That was a misunderstanding involving a lost coupon!" Alan huffed.

As Walden and Jenny began debating the merits of living a life without responsibility, Alan realized he had accidentally bid on a "Romantic Weekend for Two" at a bed-and-breakfast in Solvang.

Walden patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Alan. I’m sure there’s a very lonely librarian out there who loves coupons as much as you do." "She’s an archivist, Walden! And she’s magnificent!"