01-29-2019, 10:28 AM
No Valerian tea last night but I remembered my dream and it was a genuine DOOM Dream because Greg was in it.
And no, it wasn't wet. ew.
So I'm filling in at the counter of some sort of shaved ice shop. I don't know what the fuck I am doing there. The first customer comes up and I struggle to make the shaved ice order but fail miserably. It's some weird flavor, like coconut and sour cream. The shaved ice comes out all gloppy and I try to shape it into a nice ball with my hands so the customer can't see. I go to ring up the tab but I can't get the register to work. I look up and the shop is packed with waiting customers. Greg is against the wall, sitting at a counter. I plead with him for help. He rolls his eyes and makes some comment about my lack of cash register skills, then starts ringing up customers. I go back to filling shaved ice orders very sloppily.
And no, it wasn't wet. ew.
So I'm filling in at the counter of some sort of shaved ice shop. I don't know what the fuck I am doing there. The first customer comes up and I struggle to make the shaved ice order but fail miserably. It's some weird flavor, like coconut and sour cream. The shaved ice comes out all gloppy and I try to shape it into a nice ball with my hands so the customer can't see. I go to ring up the tab but I can't get the register to work. I look up and the shop is packed with waiting customers. Greg is against the wall, sitting at a counter. I plead with him for help. He rolls his eyes and makes some comment about my lack of cash register skills, then starts ringing up customers. I go back to filling shaved ice orders very sloppily.
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