was weird: i was walking around on a state street-ish road with shops and people. i stopped at an atm which was operated, not by electronics, but by anthony heald*. it worked like this; i put my card in the slot and he pulled it out the other side.. then i entered my pin, feeling the pang of forgetfulness that i always feel when i have to use my pin since i don’t use atm’s anymore what with the outrageous “fees”, and after entering some strange amount like $287, he slipped the money through the appropriate slot along with my card. then, out of the receipt slot came even more money.. maybe another $200 or so. the people in line behind me where curiously upset that i had been favored. i walked away smiling. i got to the “end” of the street and saw a very interesting shop with glass shelves in the windows with lamps and clocks for sale. i entered to find the employee asleep on a very fancy, designer couch. she woke up and i said i was “just looking”. i walked around to the back where the shoes were sold. i found some size 6 (not my size) orange puffy plastic shoes. she asked if she could help and i asked her to look in the back for 8 1/2s (my size) as i was searching through the small selection of other shoes. she came back with a remorseful look and said they did not have any. i tried on an 8 and it fit, only to find that it didn’t have a partner to pair with. as i stood up to leave, i saw a shelf full of yarn. it was arranged fairly sloppily, but i still had to look closer. the colors were so beautiful and there was so much of it! eventually more employees came in and for some reason they all fell asleep on various couches throughout the store. i left a note saying “if you find the other size 8, give me a call.” as i was writing the note at the counter, a short mexican man came in with two lottery tickets that hadn’t been scratched off yet. he was holding his hand up with two fingers extended and said, “i’m drunk but i want more to drink.” i said i didn’t have any money for the lottery tickets. then i woke up. *even though boston public is regularly scheduled on monday nights, but i haven’t watched it for about 3 weeks.
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