i dreamt i was out eating alone. i had snagged some down time after work and i wanted the greasy kind of goofy fare that are offered by corporate chains, that odd fusion of a meal where the staff are all bubbly at your table but express utter contempt everywhere else. all was fine and dandy, you can never complain about anything in a place like that, until i wanted to leave. and for some reason i had taken my finished plate up with me while i looked for the cashier. and every stop i made i was redirected and no one offered to take my dirty plate. by the time i had gotten to the register, one of the staff was yelling, “you gotta fire him, i caught that mexican licking my utensils.”