I Was Discriminated Against!

It was at J. Crew, and it was class-discrimination! Yup. Apparently I look poor.

So my friend, Shezza, and I walk into a J. Crew at the God-forsaken Crocker Park in Westlake. (Why were we there, you ask? We saw online some dresses that would make great wedding dresses for the beach, that's why.) We walk all over the place to get the dress we saw in the outside window. No "hello" from the sales people, no offers for help. (I really don't care about that. I prefer to be left alone when I shop. Less pressure, you know?) We find the dress, pick a couple sizes and head off to the fitting room. There was no attendant, so we walk in and find an empty room. There's a couple of tops in it, but I'm thinking it's like all the other stores: people leave them in there. Well, no. We find out later that the sales people pick up stuff that customers are carrying to "start a dressing room". Then when the customer is ready, they get a little bottle of water, put it in the dressing room, then get the customer. What service!
So I walked into a dressing room that was already started for another customer. I was oblivious to all of this, but Shezza saw it all. The saleswoman brings in the customer and says "I'll show you to your dressing room." While I'm down the hall looking at myself in the 180 mirror, Shezza is looking back as the woman goes up to the dressing room where my stuff is in. She sees my clothes piled on the plush seat. She didn't seem too happy. She takes the customer's clothes out and apologizes to the customer that someone took her dressing room. The customer replied that it was ok, "It's not your fault".
And Shezza took a catalog from an empty dressing room. The sales lady didn't like that either...
So anyway, the dress fit perfectly, I'm unaware of what just happened, and Shezza said the place was creepy. I asked if it was because she heard that little girl answer a cell phone in the next dressing room.
So I go to the checkout. The woman asks me who helped me. I said, "noone" and she paused uncomfortably. Then the transaction went on as normal. I even got $20 off the dress! And I don't know why. It wasn't listed as on sale. This place may not be so bad after all. But then she put my receipt in a tiny hunter green envelope with J. Crew on it and handed it to me. I think the receipt doesn't want to touch the other receipts...
So we walk out and Shezza tells me everything that happened. I'll send a complaint to J. Crew. Maybe they'll send me a gift card. Maybe my dignity is worth $20 off.

-Linda

A Dream I Had

Last night I dreamt I moved into a house. There was the thought that my brother and a bunch of other guys were renting it out before Dante and I bought it. The place was very dirty. As if it's been exposed to the out side. There was dirt, twigs, pebbles. Cobwebs everywhere with those little "wishy" dandelion fuzzy things stuck in them. But the house was very interesting. Balconies inside, large windows. Green carpeting. There was an immense fireplace in the living room. It was white marble with stairs leading into it. There was a white marble Guan Yin statue seated in the middle of it.
I decided to get started on cleaning the place. I new it would look great once it was cleaned. I though it had huge potential. I sat on a sofa across from the fireplace. Then I heard an angry, deep, demonic voice say "Out!". I looked at the fireplace and wondered if it came from there, and whether I was making things up. I realized I wasn't. The voice repeated, "Out!" Then a wind started to come from the fireplace. I stood up and the wind increased. I faced the fireplace and said, "No, because God is here." As I said this, my breath was being taken away and it was hard to speak.
I woke up in my bed unable to move. My heart pounding.

So what was that supposed to mean?!

-Linda