Friday, June 15th, 2001
I had the strangest dream last night. Well, maybe not the strangest, but here goes…
I’m at work, and this guy comes up the the counter and he wants to do a layaway. I keep asking him for his name and he keeps giving me different onces and smiling like a jackass. I tell him that I can’t help him and go to the backroom briefly. Then there’s me telling him that I would need his driver’s license to help him and me offering to let him talk to the front-end manager, but the person that I thought was the front-end manager wasn’t. It was all very disorienting and frustrating.