Amurehna

I'm at work but the building looks different. On the left end, instead of selling Lumber, we have furniture. I go to help a customer with the couch that they spent $1400 on. They're pissed because there's a stain about the size of a silver dollar in the middle cushion. I look over the couch. It's kind of ugly. I wonder why anyone would buy such an ugly couch. I tell her we can't take returns on special order items and she has a huge fit. With an inward sigh I take a look at the couch, wondering what I can do to fix her problem. Somehow the thing looks bigger, and there's a weird space between the back cushions and the seat cushions that's framed in wood. I realize there's a big wad of strawberry jelly there, smeared from the wood piece across the cushion.
There's also a random glob on the floor ten feet away, leading me to believe these entirely shameless hicks brought the couch here and THEN damaged it. I'm annoyed, I know I can't return it, but I really don't feel like listening to this woman yell at me.
"Okay, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to store use some carpet and upholstery cleaner, and some scrubbing cloths. I'll see what I can do to get the stain out, will that satisfy you."
They say yes. I sense a trap, but I can't do anything about it. Cynically I think that I'll go through all the trouble trying to clean the stains and they'll throw another fit. I turn to leave and the woman points behind me at a large glass mixing bowl on the floor. It's half full of dark red liquid with a towel hanging out of it.
"Don't forget that."
"Right... of course." I pause, "Do you want to come back in a few hours?"
"No, we'll wait."
Of course they're going to wait. Nothing more annoying than having someone stare at you while you're trying to work.

I head off to the other side of the store, carrying the bowl and towel. There's some sort of washing facility on the far end where I can dump out the bowl. On my way there I pick up a spray bottle of carpet cleaner (when I do, I get a visual on how the chemical is supposed to push the stain up out of the fabric), drape a yellow towel across my shoulders and cast about for gloves. I find some at the paint desk, and I put them on, but there's a tear from wrist to tip of thumb. I frown at it, but think it'll do. I go over to the 'cleaning facility' which is kind of like an empty concrete tub set into the floor. It's painted dark yellow, with a black iron bar to keep people from falling in. I lean against the guard rail, it's a little too tall for me to do this comfortably. (Not surprising, in RL I'm 4'11 and have trouble reaching things at work)
Somehow the towel around my neck hangs over the rail, and as I pour out the thick red liquid I keep thinking is blood, I accidentally drip it on the towel. I finish with the bowl and set it on the floor then ring out the towel that was in it. It's actually several towels. Somehow they don't separate when I shake them out. They're still stained...maybe I can use the washing machine in the break room.

I run over to the break room and toss the towels in a washer. I watch the red tinged water splash against the glass.
It's unclear what happens next...
Suddenly I'm sitting on the floor with the bowl in my lap. It's full of wet towels. I pick one up and take a bite out of it. It's easier than you would think, the material separates easily. I chew and swallow. I take several more bites. I'm amazed I don't feel full yet. I keep eating.