Dream journal
I was at an airport, checking in for my flight. The pleasant young man behind the ticket counter asked for all the usual information, then said "May I see your carry-ons?" I showed him my day-pack, including the laptop case, and he wanted to examine the laptop. It had a separate keyboard, in addition to the charger and charger cord and I don't remember what else, so it made a rather unwieldy package, and he warned me that the security people were not treating such packages well. "I can build you a tower for... 375."
Huh? "Where's the decimal point in that?"
"$3.75"
This didn't sound entirely kosher, but I figured if he could get things into a neater bundle while I watched, it would be worth it to learn how. "Sure, I'll pay for the show. I warn you, though, the guy at the Apple Store wasn't able to get it any neater than this."
But I was getting more and more uncomfortable with what appeared to be a "side hustle", and eventually said "Let's forget it, just give me my boarding pass."
"Boarding passes are very much a... situational thing," he said with that ever-pleasant smile.
"ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME A BOARDING PASS OR NOT?" I shouted. Another airline employee, middle-aged female, came up from behind me and said "Is there a problem here?" And I woke up.
Huh? "Where's the decimal point in that?"
"$3.75"
This didn't sound entirely kosher, but I figured if he could get things into a neater bundle while I watched, it would be worth it to learn how. "Sure, I'll pay for the show. I warn you, though, the guy at the Apple Store wasn't able to get it any neater than this."
But I was getting more and more uncomfortable with what appeared to be a "side hustle", and eventually said "Let's forget it, just give me my boarding pass."
"Boarding passes are very much a... situational thing," he said with that ever-pleasant smile.
"ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME A BOARDING PASS OR NOT?" I shouted. Another airline employee, middle-aged female, came up from behind me and said "Is there a problem here?" And I woke up.