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FICTION AND NON-FICTION

The day the waitress realized she didn’t want to be a waitress anymore

dog bites and dreams and dads

Lara Starsearch

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The other day I was walking along and this dog ran across the street and took a nip outta my ass (ok, I’m being melodramatic here: he ‘grazed’ on my ass, not a deep deep puncture wound). I’ve been worrying the past several days. Do I have rabies? Who knows. Probably not but I still worry because that’s what I do.

All the docs say I don’t have to worry. Risk of rabies is very low. Long story longer: I’m dealing with it and the owner and the city. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Fingers crossed.

That’s the thing. Trust. The whole thing opened up a can of mangy, worry-infested worms for me. But it also made me think of how you just have to faith. Get curious, explore, weigh the facts, but ultimately eventually you just have to have faith.

And then I had this dream last night. In my dream (I know people hate hearing about dreams, but I’m gonna (I know gonna’s not a word) do it anyways). I was working at a restaurant again like I did 30 years ago. I was terrible at it. Dropping things. Messing up orders. Losing stuff behind the dishwasher. I even ended up smashing a delicately decorated lemon frilly dessert thing onto my shirt before I could make it…

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