This is what exemplifying a cliche' looks like (the trick is to discern just WHICH cliche' it is):
Late last night I dreamt that I had a lot of friends that worked at a restaurant in [insert dream town of your choice here] and I apparently spent a lot of time and this restaurant. Like Cheers, but more like Bennigans. Oh I don’t know, dream me wasn’t concerned about the menu, APPARENTLY.
Anyhow, the owner lady dressed in costume every day just like the record store chick in Pretty in Pink, except this owner lady was a really heavy smoker and tanner (translate: hag) and alternated between 50’s costumes and 70’s costumes exclusively. So yeah, she was probably mildly insane. The dream day in question appeared to have been 70’s, but who knows?
She was pretty badly beaten, (sitting at the restaurant as she is telling us this) (in her 70’s costume) severely so, to the point where she had zombie-like flesh wounds and bones showing in the tender bits, but she didn’t seem to realize she needed to go to the hospital.
The crux of her whole story was that she saw Jason Mraz somewhere, and like any normal fan, wanted to get her picture taken with him. So she approached him for one, and he mistook her for an escort he’d requested. She misunderstood his intentions dramatically, and was bewildered by his abuse. Later on, I had to explain to her that apparently his fantasies take on a violent streak and he did not realize that she was being beaten badly, because she was too confused to stop him.
The moral of the story is: you should never wear questionable costumes in public-ESPECIALLY in front of celebrities.
