I was on a long bus ride to Olympia. The bus was some sort of independent bus, and it stopped at places that were also independently-run, like a restaurant that had a lot of people working in it that I recognized as co-op people. But before I even made it there, I got off at the wrong stop a few times, walked in the rain, ran down a sidewalk too close to cars and had other adventures.
When I got to the restaurant I was relieved it was only 11:30 a.m. and figured that Pat would be awake by now, so after I ate, I could go to his house and visit him, which was my plan all along. As I stood at the counter waiting to pay, I noticed two strange pieces of artwork on the walls, and a taped-up advertisement on each that noted the restaurant's inclusion in some books or films. The advertisements were written in black marker on what appeared to be a paper cut-out of an old-fashioned red hot dog. As I looked at them, someone put their arm around my waist, and I looked next to me and it was Pat. I looked up at him and smiled and told him I was planning to surprise him. It wasn't his arm around me, though--a moment later I realized it was Chris, who happened to be staying with Pat.
