You Can't Keep Me from Shopping
I got home @ 8:30 and by 9:30 I was out of commission until 4 a.m.
I was in a town center and a bazaar / flea market thing going on with and live music as well as people just practicing or playing with other people they'd just met. Instruments were being bought and sold along with the usual stuff you find in such gatherings. Very lively. I took note of bits and pieces of various conversations. While perousing the wares of one shop (that was outside) I came across this really desirable blues songbook with guitar tablature and a very dusty flexi-disc inside for $10 ($10.01 to be exact, written in pencil in the upper right corner of the 1st page), but the last pages & back cover were covered in this disgusting gunk so I put it back (originally I thought I'd made a total score because a few minutes before some guy had bought the same book from a different shop for $25, but his was new).
Then (in the same store), there was a roll of toilet paper that was wider than usual (I've asserted in the past I wasn't from this planet; evidently where I'm from we have wider turd-cutters). The roll was almost finished, but tucked between the spool & the glue holding the last sheets (very soft, mmm) was a personal check with the right upper corner dog-eared . I took it to the store owner, a lady. She wore glasses. She looked at the check and exclaimed it was from a year prior. How it got stuck in a roll of toilet paper was a mystery. How that mostly used roll of toilet paper made it to the sales rack with books an even bigger one. But that's me, I'm the Ellery Queen of the Interplanetary Town Centre Bazaar Associations. Or perhaps I should've said, "Columbo", but Ellery came to my mind first. Keep up, Google the names later.
A mere few seconds later an older woman with black hair walks straight up to me and puts 5 (American!) dollars in my hands and walks away with 2 pillows. I look at the money, the money looks at me (you KNOW how Pres. Lincoln will not back down from a staredown contest and he wasn't about to start that day) and deciding Honest Abe was going to win, I conceded and looked to the proprietor and back to the lady who just gave me money. The owner said, "what's that for?" I was going to jest, "last night", but the other lady wasn't really attractive to me. Instead I followed the other lady with my eyes until she came to a milk crate with two really beat-up pillows, which she took and walk away. 2 pillows that, in waking life, are sitting about 7 feet from my bed. A shame that the pillows made it into my dream, but the 5 dollars wasn't going to make it out of my dream (believe me, I've tried bringing objects back from dreams. Another story, another day. Evidently I'm not the Interplanetary 4th Dimensional ATM).
All of a sudden instead of a mere shopper I'd become part of the store with a wad of money in my hand. Not my plan at all, yet this is where life and our dreams take us. Enjoy the ride.
Merry Christmas. Happy Hanukkah. Happy Holidays.
I was in a town center and a bazaar / flea market thing going on with and live music as well as people just practicing or playing with other people they'd just met. Instruments were being bought and sold along with the usual stuff you find in such gatherings. Very lively. I took note of bits and pieces of various conversations. While perousing the wares of one shop (that was outside) I came across this really desirable blues songbook with guitar tablature and a very dusty flexi-disc inside for $10 ($10.01 to be exact, written in pencil in the upper right corner of the 1st page), but the last pages & back cover were covered in this disgusting gunk so I put it back (originally I thought I'd made a total score because a few minutes before some guy had bought the same book from a different shop for $25, but his was new).
Then (in the same store), there was a roll of toilet paper that was wider than usual (I've asserted in the past I wasn't from this planet; evidently where I'm from we have wider turd-cutters). The roll was almost finished, but tucked between the spool & the glue holding the last sheets (very soft, mmm) was a personal check with the right upper corner dog-eared . I took it to the store owner, a lady. She wore glasses. She looked at the check and exclaimed it was from a year prior. How it got stuck in a roll of toilet paper was a mystery. How that mostly used roll of toilet paper made it to the sales rack with books an even bigger one. But that's me, I'm the Ellery Queen of the Interplanetary Town Centre Bazaar Associations. Or perhaps I should've said, "Columbo", but Ellery came to my mind first. Keep up, Google the names later.
A mere few seconds later an older woman with black hair walks straight up to me and puts 5 (American!) dollars in my hands and walks away with 2 pillows. I look at the money, the money looks at me (you KNOW how Pres. Lincoln will not back down from a staredown contest and he wasn't about to start that day) and deciding Honest Abe was going to win, I conceded and looked to the proprietor and back to the lady who just gave me money. The owner said, "what's that for?" I was going to jest, "last night", but the other lady wasn't really attractive to me. Instead I followed the other lady with my eyes until she came to a milk crate with two really beat-up pillows, which she took and walk away. 2 pillows that, in waking life, are sitting about 7 feet from my bed. A shame that the pillows made it into my dream, but the 5 dollars wasn't going to make it out of my dream (believe me, I've tried bringing objects back from dreams. Another story, another day. Evidently I'm not the Interplanetary 4th Dimensional ATM).
All of a sudden instead of a mere shopper I'd become part of the store with a wad of money in my hand. Not my plan at all, yet this is where life and our dreams take us. Enjoy the ride.
Merry Christmas. Happy Hanukkah. Happy Holidays.