Indrid

Once again, I only remember fragments, but the parts I remember seem like the most important.


(( To understand this part, you have to know that recently our family has been divided over my dog and how to deal with him. We just built a fence for him and everybody is conflicted as to whether that was a good idea or not ))

What I remember starts with a group of dogs walking up to my lawn very specifically, as if they were ready to call my place home. All of these dogs appeared well groomed and taken care of, and all had collars on them. Some of the collars looked tattered.

Only one of the dogs had a proper tag on it (what it said I can't remember), while the rest had those little keychain plastic photo frames, only they were landscape instead of portrait. In the frames were images of scenery, campsites, and I do believe one was a picture of their owner, a thin old man which one would immediately label as a hobo. In sharpie marker, the man had written on these frames little phrases as to why he had sent the dogs to me. "I could no longer keep them", "Freedom was more important", "it was time for change." Things like that, though I couldn't tell you the specifics.

My grandmother was, displeased to say the least. "We can't keep them. We can barely keep your dog, bla bla bla bla." So I told her we wouldn't keep them, we'd just hold them until we could find them better homes.

(( Today was my first day back to work, by the way ))
So it flips to a new day. I wake up for work and have to get the dogs food before I go in. I decide to stop at a quick mart in a gas station. It's old and decrepit, looks worn in by the people who continuously visit it. There's a very small diner attached. I spot the food, though I keep my eye open for a bigger bag...

For the life of me, I have no idea why I thought this was a good idea, but I decided to take my jacket off, and have no shirt on underneath. I don't think I actually realized that until I was topless, but instead of immediately putting it back on I try to play it cool and act as if nothing is wrong. Which works for a short time, until I walk by a policeman. He tells me to put my jacket back on, which I quickly comply. I hope to God he's just gonna let me off with a warning, but all the sudden another man behind me starts talking to him. While he doesn't look like it, I guess this man is a policeman too... And they start writing me a ticket for prostitution (lol, what?) I say 'really?' but that's all the fight I put up, if you can call it that. When he asks me why I did it, I make up an excuse and tell him "I thought I was dreaming" (Which I now realize I was, thank God.) And he replies: "this is no dream, young lady."

After I leave, I feel terrible. I realize all of this is probably going on my record and nothing will take it off. Moreover, this is the side of town my boss lives on, and there's a good chance he'd find out about it.