I had a dream I was trying to schedule an oil change. The woman at the counter misunderstood me. She thought I was trying to get other people's scheduling information. She yelled at me and got huffy, explaining it was private. I tried to tell her I don't give a shit about their appointments. We kept almost coming to an understanding, but then it kept escalating until I got booted out.
I left and (unrelated) these gang members or some sort of guerilla soldiers were standing by my car with machine guns. I paid them no mind, mumbling about the crappy service maybe as I got in my car. Of course they shot at me when I was leaving.
I took this picture on my way to see Stevie Nicks.
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