We were with a group at a couple tables and mom asked this lady about something regarding makeup since it was this lady’s job and she sells it at the bx and the lady ignored her. I was yelling amonim! Amomim! (which doesn’t even mean anything it was almost being used like agashi or ajuma). She rolled her eyes and looked at me and as soon as our eyes met I yelled mom! But the lady got up and walked away. I was pissed off at how she was treating mom and wasn’t sure what the exclusion was for, if it was some stupid personal thing, or if it was related to some church thing.
Mom was talking about some makeup she’d gotten great deals on because of sales and cause she knew how to shop. She then made a comment about it being too bad there was no place for me to clean up and I was trying to figure out if I got food on my shirt, or if my makeup was jacked or something else… so I got up and walked out then started going up the parking garage, and the streets were excessively wide. There was this old black pickup, it was run down and while the guy was working on it, there was this other guy who was with him, or near him, and he was playing the theme to Inspector Gadget on a steel drum. w t actual f.