The Slap

I need to get this on the blog and out of my mind (for now). I know I will come back to read it later, but I hope to clear my mind for now and also need to remember the symbolism.

It starts out, I was walking down a big street in San Antonio. I was pushing something with wheels in front of me, maybe one of those little shopping baskets people can take on buses. I began to cross the street, jaywalking. I looked behind me and the cars at the light were at a stop. When I faced forward again, I see two young women crossing in front of me, wearing backpacks and maybe sleeping mats or sleeping bags on their backs. The longer I looked at them, I became aware they wore no clothes! It shocked me into a standstill. Suddenly I realized I heard a difference in traffic, looked behind me and went back to the side of the street I started from.

When I finally made it to the homeless shelter, I took a seat in the waiting room. To my left were a series of short shelves open to the other side, some shelves held containers of food. Somebody placed a container on the top shelf next to me and then came back with another container that went into the shelf underneath that.

I could not see the person on the other side, but I asked, "What is that?"

They said, "It's warmed milk."

I saw women with babies sitting in the waiting room and thought maybe it was for one of them. However, I asked anyway, "For what?"

They said it was for the soup. I figured I must be sitting in the wrong chair, so I moved. I walked out of there and went to a bar. Husband and I were drinking beer, standing and talking because it was crowded with people. There was a contest for a diamond ring and Husband won the contest! From out of nowhere, a dark-haired woman walked up to us, looking at him smiling, saying she knew he was going to give her the ring, right? She asked him if he wanted to go out in the back alley and do some kissy-kissy.

I looked at her like she was crazy and asked her if she was talking about having a threesome because he wasn't going nowhere without me (not that I really would have participated in a threesome). She slapped me! Then I walked away. (that was pretty stupid, right?) I was mad and I decided I wasn't going to go home. I didn't want to be there when he finally decided to show up. I walked toward a bus stop and saw a bus approaching. Scrambling to get enough change (for Metro Transit prices), I realized I had no idea where I was planning to go. I thought about going to Ingrid's house, but she would be in another state. Before I had the chance to do anything else stupid, I woke up and laughed because my arm was posed as if I was holding on to a pole on the bus.