I am in a convenience store looking for something to buy. There is a very short, disgruntled ex-employee hiding behind a display and mixing up all the foods in the salad bar. (This convenience store has a salad bar.) When the staff notice they say I have to take her to hospital, but we negotiate and they settle for taking her to the nearest police station.
On the way outside she says she needs to go to the toilet. I ask how urgent it is. It’s very urgent. No good trying to wait until we get to the police station. I pick her up and run to the shopping centre down the road. She disappears into a warren of corridors that is supposed to lead to the toilets.
I sit down in a small room until my friends from high school burst in. They are holding a Christian social activism meeting in the room so I have to either convert or leave. I leave.
