I was in a restaurant.
I was asked how many people were in my party.
I thought about it for a moment, just knowing I would be the only one in my party but held up two fingers anyway.
Henry Winkler walked by.
Was it Henry Winkler?
I was pretty sure it was.
A waiter walked me over to a table.
He pointed at the box sitting on a chair and I nodded.
I could watch movies or something on this box.
The table was located in front of a window.
I had to take down the chairs, don’t know why these were still stacked up.
Someone’s leather jacket was sitting on the ledge in front of the window.
It had frills.
I sat down.
A stupid football game was on the tv hanging on the wall.
I didn’t care since football sucks.
60 minute game that takes three hours.
I can only shake my head at THAT.
I’m just sitting there, minding my own business when there some whoopin’ and hollerin’.
I look over and there’s some people really getting into the sports ball game.
I’m getting ready to ask to be moved when I decide to check out what the time is.
I wake up, look at the clock and decide it’s time to get up.
So I do.
I then type this crap you’ve been reading.
There’s that whooshing sound again.
I find myself back in HR with Star Child Two flying around.
Bob is still eating from the bucket of paste.
The HR lady is sitting at her desk and she looks at me.
“We’re not officially done just yet,” she says through her wide, wide smile.
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