Kenneth, the ATM and I am a Woman

 We were at a winter summer festival, where alcohol needed to be ordered. A Japanese woman was helping everyone collect their orders and came over to me to check mine. It felt a bit like she was checking a ticket and at first I wasn't sure I had one I wanted checked. When she persisted I brought up my order, which I wasn't sure that I had sent in, and as we looked at it, the only way for it to come through was to pick it up at 16:00 at Systembolaget in whatever town this was. It felt Italian but could also have been Söderköping. She'd been standing quite close to me and at least I liked that bit. Think I might be starved for physical contact. 

Kenneth Kas came over and showed me his gloves that he was so excited to have bought. They were knitted in yellow, black and gray and looked a bit like a Krösatåg. He explained that these were the official ticket controller gloves and if you had these on your lap, they would know not to check your ticket on any train, so you could go anywhere without buying a ticket. He'd bought them at a cheap store recently.

I lost him in the crowd and started heading back as the show was about to start. On the way back I found similar gloves but without the black bits on, lying on the ground next to a kid's hat. I figured some poor kid had left it all there and would find it again. I won't take their gloves. Then, just a few more meter's ahead there was another pair of gloves on the ground, looking exactly like the one's Kenneth showed me. I figured he'd left them there to come back for them later. I won't take his gloves.

Getting back to where the show was, I dropped by the ATM, which was on a walkway about two or three meter's up. It was filled with Iraqi or Iranian bills that someone had tried to copy, somehow using the ATM as a copy machine. It seemed to have reacted to the attempted fraud and shut down. I figured it was Kenneth. I didn't take any of the copied bills. All this starts to feel like a picture of how honest a John I am.

I finally got to the concert and sat at the front. A girl that I had seen before; and gotten completely smitten by, was singing something. I pretended or tried to be as smitten as before but then Amanda Duveborn threw her hand around my neck and drew me in as she was using her other to sing a song called I Am A Woman. Again, I liked being clung to, though she had me singing along but since I only knew that very line, I didn't do very well.

Somewhere in all this, me and Mia woke up in the middle of the night and there were several mosquitos on us. I smacked some, closed the windows and went back to sleep.