I hate it when...
my dreams soak into my every day events. For example, the other day one of the tires on my jeep had a tread seperation that made it ride extremely rough on the road. So, I put the spare on and Adam took the seperated tire into the East Wenatchee Les Schwab that he works at to see if they would do an adjustment on it and give me store credit. Anyway, he said they would send it back to their main warehouse for inspection and let him know.
The problem is, I distinctly remember someone telling me very recently that they saw it still sitting there and that it hadn't been shipped out yet. Adam claims to know nothing about this, so now I feel like I'm going crazy. I must've dreamt it, but it sure seems pretty vivid, except for the fact that I don't know who told me, where they told me, and the fact that the tire really isn't still sitting there.
I guess I'm just nuts.
The problem is, I distinctly remember someone telling me very recently that they saw it still sitting there and that it hadn't been shipped out yet. Adam claims to know nothing about this, so now I feel like I'm going crazy. I must've dreamt it, but it sure seems pretty vivid, except for the fact that I don't know who told me, where they told me, and the fact that the tire really isn't still sitting there.
I guess I'm just nuts.