Weekapauggggg!

A few days ago I had some very interesting dreams.

The third (and only that I will tell) began in a convenience store. It was one of those dull, imposing stores with the tricky, uphill driveway. Oh yea, it had the driveway of a house next to it, only uphill. Anyway, my parents managed to park the car and I entered the store to use the restroom and grab some snacks. My parents gave me five dollars to buy twelve coconut ice cream bars that turned out to be one fifty-nine each. I went back out to the car and told my dad I did not have enough money for their ice cream, and he just scoffed. He gave me two more dollars but I persisted that that wasn't enough money, they were one fifty-nine each. To appease him, I went back inside and bought all the ice cream I could buy, about five bars I think. I showed him the ice cream and he was very disappointed because I only brought back five, not twelve, but he still would not believe that they were one fifty-nine, not fifty-nine cents like he had thought. He accused me of stowing away the extra money for such and such to buy but I wasn't listening because I was so frustrated at this point.

Then the frustration... went on for a while...

Finally both my parents got all the way out of the car and went all the way inside the store, all the way to the ice cream fridge thing to see that the coconut ice cream was, de facto, one dollar and fifty-nine cents, American currency. We continued our road trip without ice cream.