6-23-09

I'm in a factory setting and someone says the coffee is ready and can make up to 22 cups. I go an get some coffee and put cream in it. Then I'm told that I took the last of the coffee and the last cup (now I'm told it only makes two cups and it's an outdoor setting) was promised to a woman that reminds me of right wing pundit Ann Coulter.

I apologize and offer my cup but she says she doesn't put cream in it. She looks disgusted at me.

Then I'm sorting through tons of dresses and trying to arrange them on hangers. What I'm doing with all these dresses I haven't a clue and wonder why I bought so many when I don't even wear dresses.

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