Anonymous asked: you were in my dream again. you were a cashier at wawa, which is a little convenience store around me with enough influence to make people never move away because they'd miss it in their life. so, I was back in high school, and trying to buy cigarettes. you didn't card me because you "thought you knew me" and then you kept chatting. i really had to get to school but didn't want to be rude, but luckily your nephew came in and interrupted us, and I ran out the door. that is all.
I know who this is because I stalked your Facebook thoroughly enough to have seen a mention of “Wawa” and I’m really glad I know what that is now because I was actually pretty confused about it.
Not like “this is a pressing issue and if I don’t figure it out, my head may grow fungus” kind of issue. Which is good, ‘cause the winter makes my skin really dry and ugh dandruff station on the top of my head, y’know? Don’t need to add the fungus among us too.
But this is pretty accurate. I would continue talking to you until you really wanted to bash me over the head with whatever you bought — which unfortunately wouldn’t go so well for you — and then you’d just be so exasperated you’d never want to return because you didn’t need cigarettes that badly anyway.
Even if the crazy lady doesn’t card you.
Why are cigarettes always involved in the dreams you have about me?
