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On my parents' visit, I often sat in the front seat as my mother drove, to help her navigate around the city where we met.
"So how are you doing back there?", I asked my dad at one point, since he was sitting in the back seat as we drove.
And, he started to make small heaving sounds, like the he was carsick and vomiting.
So, a number of weeks ago when I went to go meet my parents halfway between where they live and where I live now, I took the train in, and I met them in this mid-sized city that I haven't been to for like 6 or 7 years, but that I sometimes used to come into, back in the day.
And, it turns out that my parents stayed in their car with their doors locked and one window cracked in the parking lot of a nearby fast food restaurant, and my mother texted me as much, saying that they'd be there waiting for me, since they were afraid of the homeless.
And, I get in, and there's easily like 25 or 30 homeless people just loitering around everywhere around the station, and I'd never seen anything like that before in that city at all.
And, my mom says that several of them even came up and tapped on the window to ask for money, while they were waiting in the fast food parking lot.
Like last month I dreamnt --
My alarm on my smartphone starts going off in the morning, so I get up out of bed and walk into my living room to get it on my table, only it's not there and it's still going off and it's still far away, so I walk over to my kitchen and look in my one drawer where I sometimes keep it, but it's not there and it's still going off and it's still far away, so I walk around to several other places and rummage around there, but somehow I can never find it, and somehow it's always going off and somehow it's always far away.
And then, I rouse up sufficiently to realize that all of that action was only going on in my dream and I've actually been lying in bed the whole time as my alarm is going off on the table where it usually is, and the reason that the alarm was always so far away from me in my dream, is that it was actually that same distance far away from me in real life, and my mind was importing that distance into my dream as I thought that I was walking around, as my mind tried to engage in my daily routine but my body was actually lying in bed the whole time.
Like, isn't that trippy as f*ck?
Like a month ago I dreamnt --
I'm by the far end of my kitchen table in my little back alley cottage, and in my dream my woven rug that is over in my living room area is actually running underneath my kitchen table, only it doesn't seem off in my dream, it's just something regular, only, when I go to lift it up, there's all of this moisture just sitting out on the tiles underneath it, and I'm glad that I lifted it up and found that out, so that I can go now and clean it up so that it doesn't just sit there and damage anything like maybe by causing the rug to rot or mold to grow there without me knowing it or something like that.
And then, I wake up.
. . .
...that I overheard when he was driving through the heart of campus, and talking with some passenger he knew that was sitting up towards the front of the bus so that he could talk with him:
He said in so many words that he has to watch everything like a hawk when he drives through campus, since you never know what students are going to do.
"Like that guy right there," he said, as he drove the bus slowly due to a skateboarder up in the bike lane up ahead of him, "He could fall off that at any time, and then it'd be over for him."
He also said that the local transit agency doesn't even allow you to drive a route that goes through campus for like the first six months of your hire, they only let you do that later on.
The other week, my mother was reminiscing about how she'd just sit on her grandmother's front porch as a girl and eat all of these fresh tomatoes with salt, and they'd make her mouth all full of canker sores and they'd hurt so much, but she'd still keep eating the tomatoes.
Also the other week, I was talking about the farmer's market with my one (Thai) (newlywed) coworker and brought in a few tomatoes for her in an old Burger King takeout bag so she could take them home and try those varieties, and then the next time that we worked together, she brought me in a big soft cookie in a wax paper bag, as a thank-you for the tomatoes.
The one (stern) (older) (female) (Thai) manager with no sense of humor and who's worked there for over ten years is a whiz at phones; she can really handle all these calls coming through and all these people in front of her all at the same time, and she gets all the takeout orders placed and all the bills rung up and closed out so much quicker than you would ever believe is humanly possible.
Also, they use old receipts stapled together as order books, and I noticed that on the order system, they spell the word sauce as "SUACE," and some of the owner's friends, they tell you and you give them like ten percent off.
