I was shopping for clothes with a friend. She was giving the sales girl in the store a really hard time and we ended up leaving long after the store closed. We found my car in the parking lot first so I drove her to her car. The parking lot was filled with pot holes and random, wandering debris. Two guys morphed into a human/bug/alien thing that walked in front of my car.
I found my mom in the parking lot outside of a camper/truck. She had given all of my dirty laundry to the Mexican woman in the truck to wash. The inside of the vehicle had been converted into a laundry room. I was mad at my mom for doing that. I got even angrier when the other woman in the truck mentioned the paint. The inside was still under construction and being painted. The women had managed to get paint all over some of my clothes. I gathered up my clothing while spouting obscenities at the women.
At some point I asked a girl in the truck, who looked about my age, if she knew a person I went to high school with. At first, my mother and I had thought she was the girl we were asking her about.
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