the food court

Last night I dreamt that I worked at a food court. It was a huge one with many different kinds of quick cuisine. Most of us worked there because we could eat for free. Cajun, Chinese, Tex-Mex, Japanese, Italian. But some of us had ventured so far out into the mall giving out samples, that the folks at the counters didn’t even remember that we worked there anymore. Way down at the end of the hallway, next to Parisian, we could barely speak the language as we tried to hand out these tiny tastes. Scuse me, prease… samper?