Last night Burp Rag dreamt that she was at the post office mailing a package. Shudder the horror. With two small children, one of whom is a runner. After hours of leaving the line to catch them then getting back at the end of the line the line did finally ease up. Two tellers were open, each with one person being helped. Burp Rag was next in the uni-line. Just as one teller opened and she was about to step forward a rush of new customers ran through the door and a man beat her to the open teller. She was left out of line and none of the post office workers cared. None of the customers cared. All she could do was stand there furiously shaking four fingers. “I’ve been in this line for four hours” she shouted. No one cared. The postal workers motioned for her to get back at the end of the line. And then the children were nowhere to be seen.
This follows last week’s extremely realistic dream of being attacked by a tiger and successfully fending him off with a dinner plate. But the postal workers she’s helpless against.
Tigers be forewarned. Burp Rag’s got dinnerware and she’s not afraid to use it!