…Marie!

Ever the vivid dreamer, I had a dream last night that I chuckled about upon waking.

I dreamt I was in the mall at a little boutique stand looking for the perfect diaper bag. Because, wouldn’t you know, every diaper bag I’ve ever owned has fallen apart long before it’s time.
The stand was hopping with business and was being manned by 5 different women. I made my diaper bag selection, paid $40 for it and walked back to the food court to meet my husband.
When I opened the box to show my husband, I discovered that I had been given the wrong order. I went back to the stand where an employee handed me a different box. Again I went back to my husband, opened that box and found the wrong bag inside. I went back to the stand and was given another box. The same scenario played out twice more.

Upon returning to the stand a fifth time I was rather aggravated and demanded to speak to the manager. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but the lovely Marie.

My demeanor softened and I told her that I had ordered the dragonfly bag and had yet to receive it. She then said, “I’m sorry I wasn’t entirely honest with you earlier, but we’re all out of that bag.”

Though I wondered why her employees hadn’t just explained this, I decided to let it go and asked what bags were available.

“Do you have the aquamarine butterfly bag?” I asked
“No,” came the answer.
“Do you have the butterflies and chocolate ribbon bag?” I asked
“No,” came the answer

Hmmm.
I pondered.
I didn’t want any of the other bags. So I asked her when she would be making some more dragonfly bags and she said not until next Tuesday. I was prepared to demand my money back but instead said,

“It’s ok. I’ll come back. I know how busy you are with three…well, almost three kids and all.”

She smiled and smoothed the shirt over her still flat belly. Then she looked up at me with a look of wonder and slight fear. It was then I realized she had absolutely no idea who I was. I smiled, turned and walked away and into consciousness.

Let me just say to you, Marie, that my dream of your less than satisfactory customer service, has in no way affected my good opinion of you.

So, what about the rest of you? Have you ever had a vivid dream about a fellow blogger you’ve never met?