Dreaming Of Cardboard...

Dreams for me are like playing a slot machine. Sometimes I pull the lever and get triple cherries. Other times, I get a seven, a kumquat, and a turd. Last night's was the latter. Now the trick will be whether I can present it in some sort of amusing way. You'll have to be the judge. I am not embellishing it in any way:

The dream started out with me walking into a big, Home Depot-type store. The name of the store was "The Cardboard Store" and was filled with nothing but shit made out of cardboard. I can even remember their corporate logo (a green square with yellow lettering that read "The Cardboard Store"). I had never been in this store before and had a list of questions about their inventory. I made my way to the customer service desk and had a seat in front of a woman who was talking on the phone. It was clear that her conversation was of a personal nature and had nothing to do with cardboard sales. I waited until she got off the phone, but once she did, she ignored me, got up and walked away.

I was starting to get a little frustrated. A line of people had formed behind me as we waited for someone to answer our questions. Eventually, a guy showed up (I'm pretty sure it was actor Idris Elba) and stood behind the desk. The girl in line behind me started to ask a question, so I turned around and gave her the stink eye. I passive-aggressively asked, "Excuse me, is there a line here?" She gave me a "fuck you" look, but shut up. Finally, Idris asked if he could help me.

"Yes, I have a list of questions regarding your product line. First, do you carry randomly-sized cardboard boxes?"

"I couldn't tell you."

"What do you mean you couldn't tell me?"

"I couldn't tell you."

"You mean you are forbidden to tell me or you don't know?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know what products you carry?"

"Not really."

"Well, it would seem to me the first thing a customer service rep should know is what sorts of products your business carries."

"Hey, what can I tell you?" he said in a dismissive way as he busied himself looking through random file cabinets only half-paying attention to me.

"Is there any way you could find out?"

"Nope."

"So am I just supposed to aimlessly wander your store looking for this product?"

"I guess so."

At this point I was starting to wake up because our pain-in-the-ass cats started making a racket, so I don't know how it would've ended. Your guess is as good as mine. The weird thing is that I never ask where stuff is when I go to stores like these. I always just wander aimlessly until I find what I'm looking for. If I can't find it, I assume they don't have it and leave.