Paying For the Fall
by
, 09-03-2012 at 04:12 PM (460 Views)
I am in a place the vaguely resembles Manapla Elementary. We are supposed to watch an LGBT-related video. We contact Pol.
I am in a mall of sorts. I am becoming lucid. I am on the second floor. I am checking out a display, or an item. It's a weighing scale toy. A huge weighing scale toy. It is hanging by a thread to the ceiling. It reaches to the first floor. Or not. It is just hanging. I am trying to put it back on the tower on the first floor that is holding it up. The thread is not enough. There are two employees on the first floor just looking up while I try to adjust to make sure the thing doesn't fall. Finally, I let go and hear a crash. I am in the office of the mall where I pay for the thing. I was thinking of paying with card, but decided on cash. I pay 500 pesos. The price costs 300. I buy softdrinks. Look for straw. I find myself listening to what's going on in the "store." There is a least one sailor who is asking about allowance for their ship.
I see RV in the bathroom. He doesn't have a t-shirt, but he wears pants. He suggested we buy something together, but we have no place to put the money.