cornerofmadness

I dreamt I went to McDonald (a town back home not the crap fast food) on my motorcycle and parked it in front of the beer distrubitor and drug store (which yes are side by side). I took the first of the boxes off the back and moved them inside for the craft show and came back to find my motorcycle was gone. A guy from the shop next door says we took it in for you fast (the bank that is there in life was now a mechanic shop).

I was like say what? I'm not here for service. I just parked here to unload my boxes. (because carrying breakable crafts on the back of a motorcycle is sound logic). THe mechanic's supervisor got mad at me. well we already have it in the back.

But I only parked here because it was close to the craft show. Look, it doesn't say for your shop.

We're giving it an oil change, he insists. I argue so more but in the end they won't give my bike back so I sit down next to this old couple who are looking at me weird since I am in my anti-road rash leathers and biker boots. Then it starts to pour down rain and all I can think of is wow, dad is going to be SO mad. I can't ride home in this. He'll have to come get me in the truck and then the bike will go thru the back window of the truck. For that matter, I haven't ridden in PA for a long time, is there a helmet law? I have no helmet. I'm not riding in the rain without a helmet

I go argue so more since they have my crafts in the back with my bike too then I woke up.

Yeah I have no idea