I went into a clothing store looking for cargo pants.
It was a clothing store owned by Santos of Old Man Gloom.
Whilst perusing I was trying to work out as to whether I should say “hey” to get him to appear as there were two other people in the store but they were also customers, so Santos and his crew must’ve been in the back.
I decided to call out and said “Hey Santos!”. Santos walked out from somewhere and said something along the lines of “Hey, what’s up?”.
“Firstly, your shit-posting is excellent”, or something very similar is what I said.
“Yeah thanks”, Santos replied with as though he had been told that far too many times.
“I need help finding some cargo pants.”
So Santos took me to where the cargo pants were and pulled out a pair of really white cargo pants that were either a 3XL or 4XL. They were really large.
“These are too big for me Santos”, I said.
“Don’t worry, you can adjust them with the belt”, Santos retorted.
I took them to the changing room and I felt the material. The cargo pants were those ones with the layer inside the leg that’s kind of separated from most of the leg and attached near the waist. The material was of a water resistant type and therefore did not breathe too well.
I took them out and went back to Santos.
“Santos, the pants are nice but they don’t breathe very well.”
Santos looked at me and said “Oh, okay then”, in a manner that implied I didn’t know what I was talking about as we both knew that those were the same brand of cargo pants that Aaron Turner wears when he goes hiking in the woods.
I told Santos that I was going to have a bit more of a look around and then he disappeared.
I saw some jackets and liked the look of them. They were all pretty cool. One of them was brown and had a furry-looking collar but then I noticed that it and some of the others were missing sleeves. I was looking at the fishing vests section.
I turned around and saw the jacket section. Instead of jackets in the jacket section, there were some small nondescript spherical objects in packaging hung up, among other objects that were small and nondescript hung up in the jacket section. It may have been fishing gear but I’m not sure.
“I should let Santos know that the sign needs to be moved”, I thought to myself.
Then I woke up.