6/1/2008
# 124: “Epic Chair Race”
I’m with AE, and we are about to mess around. I’m somewhat surprised, because AE has a boyfriend, but it doesn’t seem to be an issue for her. Also, she looks like she did when I first met her in 2004.
We go into my bedroom, and she suddenly tells me to leave the room so that she can change. I say sure, and go out into the living room. While I’m waiting, my phone rings and I answer it. I recognize the caller as KS, a coworker (not attracted to in RL). I remember that KS and I have discussed messing around in the past (not true in RL). KS and I decide to meet later on for sex, and I’m excited about this development.
I hang up the phone and suddenly remember that I am supposed to be at work soon. I knock on my door and tell AE that I can’t do anything with her right now, as I’m supposed to be at work. She opens the door and steps out, full dressed.
“That’s cool, I shouldn’t be doing this anyway,” she says, and leaves.
I arrive at work and my boss tells me that I have to bartend at the local grocery store (?). I’m not happy about this, but I agree. I go to the grocery store, which looks like the one I worked at as a kid. The “bar” is actually the customer service and photo counter combined: a long, low counter with very few supplies and almost no liquor.
I see that I’m working with BK, which I’m happy about. We start getting busy, with dozens of customers lining up at the bar. Many of the customers are asking for drinks that we aren’t equipped to make, or they are asking for drinks I have never heard of. BK is working very slowly and not being helpful at all, and I’m getting angry. The rush continues, and I fall behind. I’m forgetting people’s orders and basically am unable to keep up. Finally, I’m fed up with the situation. I walk up to BK, who is making a grasshopper at one end of the bar.
“I have to leave, I can’t handle this shit,” I say, grabbing BK’s arm. He doesn’t seem to mind.
“Well, I’m closing dude, so you can leave if you want,” he says, not looking up from the blender. Before he can change his mind, I walk out from behind the bar and head for the employee’s lounge upstairs.
I pass two guys I recognize on my way upstairs: DB, a fellow employee, and The Big Show, a wrestler. I remember that KS, the girl I’m meeting up with later, is dating The Big Show.
“Hey, you gotta go talk to Accounting on the third floor,” DB says. For some reason, this worries me, even though I have no idea what it could mean. I continue up the steps and walk out of a door, onto what looks like the third floor of the law school. Before I go to see the accountants, I decide to use the restroom.
I walk into the restroom and stand at a urinal. To my left is a mirror, and when I look at it, it somehow provides and angled view into the women’s restroom on the floor above me. In the mirror I can see MW and KS standing at urinals. They are both dressed for work, and they seem to be talking about me, although I can’t quite hear what they’re saying.
I finish my business and walk outside the bathroom, looking for the Accounting office. I wander around for a while without success, before running into MW. I ask her if she has any idea why the accountants want to see me.
“I think it has something to do with a Danish and a muffin,” she says, and walks away. Thanks to MW, I suddenly understand why they want to see me (means nothing in RL). I continue searching for the office, but I never find it. I pull out my phone and try to send text messages to some people, but my phone doesn’t seem to be working right. No matter what message I type out, just before I hit send, the text will change to whatever message I last sent. Because of this, I almost send a text to The Big Show that would have exposed my plans with his girlfriend!
Later, I’m hanging out with a group of people, including MW, NE and KS. We’re driving in my car in New York and it is night out. I can tell by the sky that it is going to begin snowing soon. Up ahead, I see a rent-a-cop attempting to pull over a car, which ignores it. The rent-a-cop tries to pull in front of the other car, and the driver of the other car sticks a pistol out the window and opens fire on the rent-a-cop.
I’m freaked out, and jerk the wheel, taking an exit ramp to get away from the violence. This exit ramp leads us towards New Jersey. Traffic thickens, and before long we are moving at a standstill. I look around and realize that we are no longer in my car; we are now all sitting on individual, wheeled seats that we are propelling forward with our feet like office chairs. I think this is strange, but no one else seems to care, so I don’t say anything. After a few more minutes of sitting in traffic, I speak up, trying to get a laugh.
“Hey, you guys just want to go to New Jersey,” I ask. “Isn’t that what New Yorkers do when they’re bored, go to New Jersey?” Everyone kind of laughs, but it’s clear that everyone is pretty bored with the drive. KS is sitting next to me, wearing a very sexy black cocktail dress. I lean over towards her, dropping my voice.
“So, are we still on for later,” I ask, referring to our earlier plans to hook up. She looks around, as if to make sure the others can’t hear her.
“Yeah, but I really don’t want to cheat on Big Show,” she whispers. I’m disappointed, but think that I still might have a shot.
“Well, I’ll understand if not, just let me know,” I say. She smiles and we continue “driving.” As before, it is night, but the sky is an odd purple color, and although the temperature is cold, no one seems to feel it. There are strange lights in the sky on the horizon, as if there was a large city just out of sight.
We drive up next to a group of stereotypical college guys, who seem to be out on a road trip or something. Like us, they’re stuck in traffic, barely moving. They’ve parked their car and are sitting on the hood, drinking beer. I look down and see that I’m drinking a glass of wine, which I hadn’t noticed earlier. We start talking to the college guys, and everyone is having a good time. I suddenly realize that I’m driving a “car” with an open container of alcohol. I throw the glass of wine on the ground suddenly and it shatters, which causes NE to burst out into hysterical laughter.
Traffic starts moving and we resume mulling ourselves along by our feet. Eventually, we all get tired of our slow progress, so we call pick up our chairs and start running with them, passing the other people who are pushing themselves along. We’re looking for a place to turn around so that we can “drive” back into New York.
Eventually we’re slowed by traffic again, and I look over into the car next to us and recognize MX, AE’s old roommate. MX is sitting on her chair, with a Styrofoam food container on her lap.
“I hope this food has been prepared fresh with fresh ingredients,” MX mutters to herself as she opens the container. Traffic starts up again and we continue on.
We finally reach our destination: a long, high building with a very modern feel. We all pile onto an escalator that is going up. As we ascend, we pass an escalator headed down. I see that BK and The Big Show are on this escalator. I wave to them, but they don’t see me.
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