Odd Factor:
I'm in my house; my living room to be exact. However, there's a lecture of sorts going on, and my living room increases in size to accommodate more and more arrivals. The topics is on statistics or some such. They have food at this lecture, as well: broccoli. Lots, and lots of raw broccoli. I have a piece in either hand.
For some reason, I am fascinated...thrilled even. Until the doorbell rings, then rings again.
The lecture stops. Everyone looks at me, angrily.
"Aren't you going to GET that??!!" hisses the lecturer, so of course, embarrassed, I get up and run down to get the door. There is one person there:
My boss.
He's wearing a pale blue polyester suit, kind of like the one you'd see on a gameshow host from the 70's: powder blue, with blue satin lapels.
"Can I have a donut?" he asks, and I nod. So up he runs, through my (now) massively large living room, through all of attendees of the lecture, nearly barrels over the lecturer, to a table in the back.
In between all of the broccoli platters, there is one platter of donuts. He grabs one, then two, then hurriedly leaves.
I am..confused to say the least, but I shrug it off and go back to my seat, only to have the doorbell ring again. The lecturer now tosses an eraser at me, and demands I stay by the door once I answer it.
Begrudgingly, I head back down and open the door, to find another of my coworkers (hi Kim) standing there. She, too, wants a donut. I look out the doorway, and...well, hell, I notice a stream of people now starting to mill about my house in a line. I nod at my coworker, she too runs up and grabs a donut and then leaves.
None of the milling people answer me when I ask what they're there for, so I close the door. And then the doorbell rings again.
This continues. Each one of the people lined up will only come and ask for a donut, if I have closed the door.
I wake up, I look at my husband, I decide to not mention it, but instead ask him if he'd like a donut for breakfast.
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