First, a little back story … whenever, and wherever, we go
out to eat, and the bill arrives. Carlos looks at it and makes this
high-pitched squealed that is part baby Harp seal and part Howler Monkey, and
asks:
“Why so much?”
As if he has no idea how much anything costs.
Cut to the other morning, over breakfast, and he’s
recounting a dream he’d had.
“I dreamt I went to see Dr. Rojas, and she made me wear a
pair of contacts. And when I put them in, I had no more Retinitis Pigmentosa. I
could see everything and read everything. And then she told me the cost was
$60.00. I asked her is that was a one-time charge or a recurring fee.”
“Wait. What? Your doctor basically fixes your eyes and
you’re questioning a sixty-dollar fee? Sheesh, even in your dreams you’re
cheap.”
Goddess love him, though I didn’t get to ask if he made that
Howler Monkey Harp Seal cry in his dream.
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