In my dream (or was it a nightmare?), David and I had two retail stores. One sold tobacco, the other soap and toiletries, with a clerk in the latter and a teenage clerk in the former for help. Teenager selling tobacco? I know, I know, but where else would David and I be selling tobacco and soap except in a dream? Well, the moment we opened the doors in the morning, both shops were completely jammed to the rafters with customers, and every single item had to be jotted down and the total tallied up. Then there were the people who hadn’t finished shopping but left piles of items on the counter. “Whose are these? Is she coming back to buy them?” It was pandemonium.
Apparently I was murmuring in my sleep, because David knew I was dreaming. When I woke and described the dream scene, he said, “You’re really going to need a vacation!” Not yet, however. Not yet....
Disclaimer: My bookstore customers are no trouble at all! They are not a nightmare! It was only a dream!
2 comments:
We pipe smokers frequent tobacco
stores. In this part of the hinterland, they also deal in
electronic cigarettes, imported wine & beer and those gosh awful
smelling cigars. No dream!
There is a long-established tobacconist in Traverse City, a newer one in Suttons Bay. Just not my thing. Books are my thing.
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