January 26, 2010
In my predictable dream this afternoon I was ringing up a man who forgot his method of payment at home. I had a line but my co-workers were unabashedly using my register so I agreed to drive him home, running down a long glass hallway, tripping over him and sloshing in the snow--avoiding the supervisor. He drove my car, placing chocolate shakes in the cupholders--there was a 3-D image on the bottom of one. When we reached his house, I felt indebted to him, shaking his hand, but he offered to take me out to dinner.