Last night, I began in Walmart. I had a few bottle of soda and a couple other small items, all of which I could hold in my hands. I approached a checkout counter, and placed my items on the belt.
They was a woman in front of me, and a couple in front of her. They were a mess, dirty clothes, short attention span, and acting rather hyper. The could not stop moving. I heard the man say, “I hope we have enough for all this,” as he went through his pockets. She grabbed the Jerry’s Kids donation cup and dumped out all the coins. “Now we do,” she replied.
The checker came over to them. “You know, you are really not supposed to do that– take the money from the donation jar,” he said. “But that’s OK, I can see you need it,” he continued. “Here, let me help.” With that, he started helping the couple get more money from the donation jar. Then he went to other cashiers to get their donation jars.
I looked at the woman behind me, and she shrugged. The woman in front of me was incensed. She started complaining, and quite loudly. Turns out she was not so upset about stealing the donation money (though she was), but about the delay in checking us out because the cashier was busy helping the customer take the money.
I decided to just leave. I left my groceries on the checkout counter, and just walked out. The woman said, Are you just going to leave?” I said, “No, I am going to go complain.”
As I went past the door greeter (who, oh-so-politely told me to have a good day), I asked where the management offices were. He pointed me to an elevator. He told me to go under the bridge and past the pictures.
As I came out of the elevator, I was in a large, white room. There was a walkway across the center, on the level I was on. I could tell this was the bridge the greeter spoke of, so I crossed it and went down a level.
The room was sort of like a mini-mall. There were shops lining the sides of all types, and shoppers milling about. There was a Mrs. Fields, a sporting goods store, and, of course, a kiddy photographer. And that would be the pictures I needed to pass by.
I was taken straight in to see the store manager, and he was quite apologetic. He wanted to go right up and see the cashier in question, but I did not want to. I told him I was done, and I just wanted to leave. And I did.
The manager, I realized upon leaving, was my next door neighbor Peter.
We were touring a prison. Our tour guide was showing us various areas, and asked if we wanted to see the “Ant Hill.” It was a big, open place, with cels around the edges. Inmates were all out, playing in the yard. We looked around, and noticed that this was a place where a lot of the food was prepared for the jail. I realized that all the food must be what drew the ants to the area.
I leaned back on the counter, and felt something mushy. I had sat on the dough someone was kneading. I turned around to apologize, and the female inmate told me not to worry, it was OK.
I was moving on a hard packed dirt field toward a road I wanted to travel on. There was a cart coming from the opposite direction with the same intent. I needed to beat it, and I raced toward the road.
I was walking up the road, and met a group walking the other way. They were generally nice, but one woman was antagonistic. We started talking about France, and she brought up that they were all Catholics. She did not like Catholics, I could tell instantly. I tried to correct her, and told her that there was a good deal of Huguenots there, too, especially in the area we were discussing. The Haute-Normandie area was known for the Huguenots that lived there, and Rouen was almost their capital. That seemed to soothe her.
I was going to go shopping at Sports Authority. I was arguing with someone that it should still be called Garts. The person told me they changed the name when the chain was bought out by the Chinese. It made sense to me– the Chinese produced everything in the store– all the balls, mitts, nets and treadmills. Why shouldn’t they own the means of distribution? It made sense to me, and I decided to go elsewhere to shop.
I woke up.