mayonnaise is on sale again this week
but i already have 5 backups in my pantry that i haven’t touched yet,
though it’s hard for me to pass up a good mayo sale,
so hopefully my wife will understand when i come home
with another jar
instead of going to her parents until i get my issues sorted out
in my dream,
the police officer keeps asking about my papers,
and i’m thinking that he’s talking about documents that prove that i am who i say i am,
like ssn and driver’s license and deed to my house or something,
but instead i find out the officer,
who looks like a matrix character,
is talking about documents that somehow prove i know how to brew coffee,
and then somehow that segues to me in front of the world aeropress championship,
naked,
alone,
realizing that i have never brewed coffee in an aeropress before,
so i lose
and then i’m arrested,
and then i rot in jail for the rest of my dream life,
and then i wake up
Fred Aiken Writing 