Some sort of travel dream. Along the way, stopped (in a car) to give a clothing shop a box of clothng items I'd received or picked up somewhere. I crouched besides the box, alongside one shop worker (who'd appeared suddenly, next to me), and as she opened the box and started looking through the contents, asked her how long it took for them to open, inventory, and steam the wrinkles out of that sized box to get the articles ready for going out on the floor. Didn't get an answer. A couple more shop employees showed up as we were looking.
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