In that moment, the woman was mildly insulting with what she said to me, and I was mildly humiliated by what I'd done to deserve the comment. And for me, mildly is enough to make me feel more than mildly bad. But then it occurred to me that I might write about this. Because, even though it was mildly humiliating, it was also mildly interesting, and I could easily use it for one of those "moment in the day" pieces I sometimes write, one of which I hadn't written in quite a while. This made me mildly happy.
Then I woke up and it was all a dream, and I couldn't even remember what the dream moment had been, and I had nothing to write about after all.
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