
One time I got the uncontrollable urge to share a dream I had with a gentleman at Dunkin Donuts. I remember riding a big shaggy dog through downtown Baghdad delivering pizza. Then I realized the guy I delivered to was a guy I used to work with. It was awesome.
I could tell the gentleman didn't think it was so awesome, because before I could finish my dream summary, he reared back and punched his teenage daughter in the face.
I think I heard somewhere that the daughter used to shoplift from Sears. The gentleman and I soon got our coffees and bagels. I guess it kinda worked out good for everybody.
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just click "Name/URL" enter your damn name and type ur damn message. but keep in mind i have a fragile ego