A friend and I wanted to go for a ride into the city. He was riding a motorcycle and I was sitting on a mattress attached to the back of the bike. It was night time. I was worried about getting arrested so I told him to stay out of densely populated areas.
We ended up in a town (during the day, it was overcast and gray) and parked the bike and went on a bus. We were arguing about something when OJ Simpson mentioned to us that he and his wife fight too sometimes. (It didn't really look like OJ but it was one of those dream 'things' where you just know. He has 3 letters burned into his face that were now scars.) We somehow ended up hanging with him.
OJ was the operator of a really heavy piece of machinery. I can't think of what it is called, but it has a really long arm, going up at about an 80 degree angle from the ground, with a cable hanging down that has an attachment that looked like big metal jaws (a scoop?). He was moving dirt and my friend and I were in the cab (which seemed really spacious) with him.
After that we were in his family's mini van. His wife was driving and OJ was in the passenger seat. Their two girls were in the row behind them with me and my friend in the back row.
They took us to a place that was famous for their waffles. My boyfriend was supposed to meet up with us. My friend left town on his bike. I don't know how my boyfriend got into town but we didn't have any way of transporting ourselves back out. OJ offered to drive us at least partway back but left before we could get our waffles. We backed up and picked them up.
The waffles were thick and dark and crunchy. You could see them in the window of the store on some sort of elevator oven device. They came in halves. We ate them while OJ took us to the nearest bus stop.
I didn't recognize my surroundings and started to panic. We may have ended up at a bus stop in a town very very close to my house.
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