This is unusual but I feel compelled to write it.
I had a dream last night. I drove up to work at a grocery store. OK maybe it was a nightmare. My uniform was a black shirt with red stripe on the top of the sleeves, across the back and red collar. My slacks were black too. I had a green apron that seemed to clash with the rest of the uniform.
I drove an old Ford Cougar, it had a white leather look hard top. It was gold painted and the hard top was flaking. The car worked fine but it was old, banged up and rusting in places. There was a young blond girl in the car who had a lapful of school books. My guess is that she must represent my youngest daughter. She was to stay in the car as I worked a half day shift. Although it was a cool evening she was uncomfortable because she of the confines of the car but she was able to do her homework anyway.
Shortly before sundown I walked into the building. I tied on my apron and took off my jacket. I walked through the floral department and down the aisle of greeting cards before I arrived in the produce department. As I walked through the doors into the back room there sat a middle age female back room manager. She had short red hair with a few gray hairs in the mix and her face looked like it was set in a permanent scowl. Sitting behind her desk, she glanced at me and smirked, “Well I’m glad YOU showed up.” I’m guessing the store must be short handed this evening.
The work was a blur. I seem to have worked produce, bagged for a few customers, and directed folks where to find things. I didn’t get off at the time I was suppose to but ended up working a little later. When I finally was able to leave, I hurried to the car where my daughter was waiting. We both were anxious to get home!
Not quite out of the parking lot I remembered my jacket. It was my favorite so I was not leaving without it. At almost an all out run I went back into the store. A young woman stopped me to apologize and thank me for staying behind. She was late for work and I had covered for her. Where is that jacket? It looked like a varsity jacket. It had fake light brown leather sleeves that were padded inside, blue on the back and front, and an emblem of white stitching on the top left front. No one had seen it. A very old female afghan hound mix followed me as I searched for my jacket in the back of the store. It very slowly followed me into the mens room. I didn’t find my jacket where I hung it. Looking at the dog I noticed that she died there in the mens room. What do I do now? I don’t know. I was heading up the produce aisle wearing my jacket. I ended up trying to explain my day to a young blond fellow who had no idea what I was saying.
Got in the car and drove off into the night.
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