A Wokking Dream
As I decided in my "ache to write" post:
I was considering spinning up a fresh blog for this sort of thing but... why? Why not just post it here next to all my other musings?...Here you go, more different content and another header to be added: Dreams.
I was in a shop.
There was a short, Hispanic man in the aisle that I just walked into, and he was trying to reach something. I walked up to him and grabbed it, helping him out. It was a medium-sized red-clad electric wok, and he was looking at it curiously. My eyes were wide, because I'd only ever seen the large ones that are like 18-inches across, and this one was only 12-inches.
I started telling him about electric woks (nothing I can remember upon waking). Shortly thereafter, the lady running the shop found us. She was wearing a white business jacket that had been embroidered with xkcd characters and scenes in a rainbow of colors. She smiled at me, and took over the sales pitch, walking him towards the register.
After he'd left, I asked if she was hiring.
She smiled and said she was actually looking for someone to demo woks at the front of the store, and asked if I was interested.
I leapt at the chance, and told her what she really needed to pull that off was a fume hood to deal with the food smells.
Cut to the following weekend...
I'm sitting just inside the entrance to the shop with a fume hood that has a clear panel on both the front and the back, but only the side closest to me opens, and I have a medium-size bag of raw, pre-made mandu (Korean dumplings) and a wok with boiling oil under the fume hood, the extractor fan running.
She comes over to me when the shop quiets down in the evening. I have a second wok outside the fume hood set on low, using it like a hot plate to keep the mandu warm, and she asks for one. I pick one out with a pair of tongs, stab it with a toothpick, and offer it to her.
She smiles when she tastes it, telling me that the smell has been making her hungry all day, and offers me the job permanently, with a commission for all woks and accessories sold on top of it. She asks what else I can do with the electric woks.
I pull out a small metal cup filled with water, and set it in a third wok, boiling the water as if it were an induction stove, and fixing myself a cup of tea. (I have no idea if this is realistic or not.)
And then I woke up before I could ask her about her xkcd suit jacket.
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