I had a dream I got a job at a clothing store in a crappy mini mall like the one I worked at in high school but instead of taking it supee seriously like i did then i was like if i get fired i get fired. And i did get fired pretty quickly because I was supposed to close by myself and once it got slow I went next door to the ice cream place for a cone. And the guy there was like way too enthusiastic and tried to give me a huge scoop of “ogre’s foot” and i told him no thank you, i would like pear vanilla. And he started rhapsodizing about cervantes’ “exquisite prose” in don quixote while rolling my cone to cover the outside of the ice cream in crushed up waffle cone, which I absolutely did not ask for, but he was talking so much I couldn’t say anything. Anyways when i got back to my store, cone in hand, the store owner was there, and he was like an amalgam of the terrible boutique store bosses I’ve had except in the dream I wasn’t afraid of him at all. And he was trying to make me feel so terrible for abandoning my post but i was just like yeah dude sorry bout it let me give you my address so you can mail me my last paycheck. I was so unlike myself i felt powerful and free
