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Two things happened today that I want to report on. I'm going to make this quick. I already lost the first rough draft to this post. I guess it's on a timer. If you take too long, you get signed out, but anyway, two things. 1) my dream.
I had another dream that I was running for my life, again. Seems like the theme of the week. This time I was at the beach and I had cussed this lady's kid out, because she had pushed me down the dunes to the beach, and the lady basicly took it upon herself to be sure that I never did that again. She was going to kill me. She bounded down the dunes and tried to suffocate me in the sand. She kicked me and knocked me down, sat on my back. And when I finally broke free from her I tried to scramble up the dunes again and I reached the last step and she grabbed my leg and tried to drag me back down, but I held on to the ledge. And I tried to scream for help, but I was short on breath and no one could hear me, so I tried whistling and someone came. This person I also know from work. His name's Mic, and he works in the freezer department at my job. And so he's always wearing like slacks and a sweat shirt, and knee pads cause he's always bending. But so anyway, even in the dream he was wearing those clothes. Like my muse wasn't imaginative enough to give him original clothes. Maybe a Hawaiian shirt and shades. But so anyway, he saved me. Reached out his hand and pulled me up. And I was saved. The lady basically chased me around the rest of the night, but I lived until the end of the dream. Again nobody really got killed, just knocked around. It would be too sad if someone did get killed. Anyway. That's the dream thing, and then I got this one thing to tell you about what happened at work that was kinda funny. That's 2). Like, I was bagging for this one old lady that works with me. And she's just not all there any more, and a lot of jokes go over her head. So like these two black guys come through her line, and they think they're comedians, so the one guy says to her, hey, I'm just wondering if you guys have a minority discount. They had balls saying that. We live in Florida, and racism is still pretty big there. And they were really taking a chance that the cashier wasn't racist. Luckilly she isn't. She just didn't get it. Bless her heart, she actually took them serious and she started asking all of the cashiers around us if there actually was a minority discount program. I was so embarassed. And meanwhile she's holding up the line on what was meant to be a joke. But, I mean, could you just imagine if they had chosen the wrong line to pull that...because I know for a fact that there are some racist cashiers where I work. I could only imagine what their comment would be to that. I would have loved to see it. It would have been crazy. That would have been the funniest thing I'd seen all day. As it is, it was. Oh except for this one foriegn kid that works with me that nobody really likes because he's an idiot and he can't speak English, he was in the breakroom when I was leaving and there were like four of us in there. And he was trying to steal candy out of this penny candy machine we have in there, and like everyone pounced on him at once. Like, you shouldn't steal. If we catch you doing that again, we're going to report you. And even this big heavy weight football player that works there stepped in and was like, you shouldn't steal man. And then, the story traveled out of the break room and very quickly made it's way into a rumor that he had actually gotten caught by a manager and was getting fired because he had stolen something from the store. You just had to laugh. That is how rumors get started. Rumors, gotta loved them. Well, hey, I gotta post this while I'm still signed in. Then I gotta eat. I'll post later