We had to take a work trip for additional Cisco training. Pat and Brandon were both there. Arrived at his huge brick building that looked like a former fire station was meshed together with an old library. Just as we were pulling in.. the whole face of the building collapsed. Red was the keeper of this building and his aging parents lived within. There was an overheard premonition that he was going to be annoyed with the shoes his mom chose to wear.
We had approached him from behind while he was assisting her with putting them on... Old fashioned nurse heels that had laces that tied the shoe on.
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Later that night in a bar.. I treated Pat to a pot treat - it was either a cookie or cupcake that was green.
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Next morning we were all dispersing to go to this training. Brandon rode with someone else and Pat and I together - as we were driving down the street - I drove past myself and saw our hatch was open... it was difficult to slow the car down to turnaround...but realized that it had only been a reflection - so I got out and checked to make sure we didn't lose anything and closed the hatch.
We couldn't find the training facility so stopped at what was supposed to be my 1st hill apartment. I was on a conference call and corrected someones assumption that Linda only has to be contacted for the first instance. I looked at the front of the training material and found the name of the site we were supposed to go to...I called for Pat - he expressed frustration for the treat the night before - he didn't like how it made him feel.
In the hall of this building - a failed boxer got stabbed by SE -and when his dad found him he said it served him right and he laid with him with a knife in his hand and stabbed or cut his own throat - he felt it was his fault that his son was a failure and so paid the price with him - the mom walked in an the dad shooed her away - I caught only a glimpse of her as she went to shut herself away in the bathroom.
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