This morning I awoke from a dream involving a guy named Isaac. Isaac is a complete figment of my imagination. I don't usually dream about strangers in such detail, and if I do, they don't have names, but the focus of this dream was Isaac's name for whatever reason. So in my half-awake state this morning I was pondering Isaacs. Like the bartender on Loveboat. Like Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. And I fell back asleep trying to remember if Isaac was the one with the two sisters as wives or what.
Upon awakening I was getting ready to go to IKEA, as I often do, and I realized my credit card was missing. I became more and more alarmed until a friend helped me realize that it probably was at IKEA (as if I needed even more incentive to go there).
I got to go up some IKEA Staff Only stairs and check out how they use cool furniture in their own offices before a nice lady gave me back my credit card.
"Who turned it in?" I asked, wondering if I could thank someone.
"It doesn't say," she answered. And as I turned to go she said, "Oh wait, there's a comment here. Hmmmm. It just says 'Isaac.'"
Upon awakening I was getting ready to go to IKEA, as I often do, and I realized my credit card was missing. I became more and more alarmed until a friend helped me realize that it probably was at IKEA (as if I needed even more incentive to go there).
I got to go up some IKEA Staff Only stairs and check out how they use cool furniture in their own offices before a nice lady gave me back my credit card.
"Who turned it in?" I asked, wondering if I could thank someone.
"It doesn't say," she answered. And as I turned to go she said, "Oh wait, there's a comment here. Hmmmm. It just says 'Isaac.'"
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