Dreamt I was leaving adk for good again, but it was also Cleveland. Wanted to eat best food before leaving. Tried to go to best gyros but closed. Tried to get some naan meal somewhere else, but the baker would not sell me any of the six naan or so left on the counter.

I asked why he wouldn’t sell it, he gave some odd noncommittal answer. Another customer came up to him and asked what the price would be to sell all six or eight naan, he said $80. I asked if the stranger wanted to split it and he said yeah.

I purchase the naan in spite. The baker says I have the opposite of a poverty brain if I could do that. Guy couldn’t pick up I was buying his shit out of spite. I must have reached home because I was telling Lisa about it, but she sided with the baker, apparently going so far as to update some social media with the baker’s outlook/perspective/lifestyle which he called omasoma or some shit, fuck that guy.