Dreaming about shopping? Really? Part 3 of 3
Finally some guy asked me what I did for a living that would not require such a skill, since he was in law enforcement and they needed this training. Told him I work in printing, and most likely print the cheques that his pay cheque is written on every week. But my goal is to work in the money printing company for the government. That earned his respect.
Ended up being allowed to leave, the next day I’m walking down a street (that I would recognize in Toronto) and am walking into this dingy nail salon but had a bunk-bed up against the store-front window. Go in because I forgot my notebook the night before being questioned. Some very old grandmother-like lady tells me they left messages for me inside my note book.
Walk out, seeing a typed half page… then about three other people who had hand-written messages. The dude typed his letter, then there was a female officer who patted me down at the beginning, and my friend from the mall. Someone wrote on the back but I couldn’t figure out who that was.
