Flashing Lights
(Dream)
Originally I was supposed to open the salon at 9am but I felt the need to get there 2 hours early. I never pulled the string on the open sign but I still had 2 customers come in early.
The lobby got swamped with random people, not even tanning. A couple with two outrageously, annoying children refused to leave. More random faces crowded the room and I was going crazy. I began to text my mom about the nonsense but when I looked up she was standing at the front desk.
For some reason the alarm started going off so loud. Blue and red lights were flashing outside and I could not make it stop. The kids were jumping and screaming and fire trucks and ambulances appeared in the parking lot with more noise and flashing lights. They weren’t for me. The alarm stopped and the power flickered on and off.
A new customer walked in to use the cyclone. When she turned the bed on it showed a red square on the computer instead of a green one and I knew something wasn’t right. She screamed at me and I told her it wasn’t my fault, something was wrong with the power. She went to storm out and a man outside yelled and pointed to the back. We turned around to see the back door wide open and police cars, more flashing lights, people, a homeless man, and destruction. Outside, an old Chevy.. maybe a ‘57, was sticking out of the back of the building where the bathroom is. Chaos.
I was having a panic attack. The whole salon was falling apart. I started loading up my car with everything important.
JT was no where to be found. I kept calling Remax to find him but the secretary said he was searching for a woman who’s initals were JJ. She told me to stop calling.
It was dark out, I was still panicking. I couldn’t get to anything in the back of the store and nothing was working properly. I couldn’t turn the lights out but I decided to leave anyway. Two guys pulled up in a car but I don’t remember why. Another man pulled up and I think he was a “detective.” He asked the guys for their ID’s and pointed out that one of them had blow on their face. He took my ID as well but none of this accomplished anything.
I set the alarm to the store and told everyone NOT to open the door because the alarm would be set off again. I tried and tried to lock the door but the lock was broken and it wasn’t going to happen. So I said, screw this, I quit. I get paid $7.21/hr and it’s not worth this havoc.
One of the random, stupid guys opened the door and the alarm went off again. I left for good.
I got home and realized that the “detective” never gave my ID back. My dad and the random guys walked through my front door carrying random things left over from the tanning salon.
What the fuck?
