We're in a seaside town I don't know, maybe for a convention. Something about a hotel... someone taking my blood pressure?
I'm with a friend, I really can't remember who [though the other day I really did something like this] and we are looking at clothes' racks in a mall. We're squeezed between two racks to look at the clothes and an old lady tries to push in and berates us. Now, she isn't entirely wrong, even though her tone is excessively sour. But something snaps in me and I answer in a really horrible way. The woman turns and stalks away, saying terrible things about me with a friend.
I'm seized with a terrible sense of guilt. I dash after her, hoping to catch up with her and apologize. But it's hard to keep up with her in the distance. Finally I see her talking to another old lady sitting on a bench, and, oh my God, it's my granny, died now 4 years. I dash to her, she looks very old but exactly like she did before losing her mind, and she smiles knowingly at me, though a bit sadly. I'd want nothing more than staying there with her, but I tell her I have something to do, and I'll be back soon. I finally get to that woman I slighted; she has a baby in her arms, and seems to accept my excuses...
Later I go eat at a Middle East restaurant. They have strange soups and as I look for a table with my tray against myself, I slop some soup on my dark red turtleneck [which I really have]. Grrr. I hurry inside with (I think) my mother and aunt, thinking about how to clean it. |