There was this woman -- I should put "woman" in quotes because she looks more like an alien -- who I hated when I was an usher. In fact, she was the reason I quit the theaters.
Just recalled while I was standing in line to get my license renewed (and to fail to get tabs for my car) that I had a "dream" where I was lurking around what seems like The Store and I was hidden behind the end of an aisle while this bitch of an usher was walking this way, oblivious as usual, and I jumped out and spooked her. I think I scared her.
For once I had a "good" nightmare.
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