dream sequence - part 25

I used to spend much more time in airports than I do now, but for some reason I've been dreaming about them - mostly about getting lost in them, or otherwise getting lost on my way to them.

This morning I hitched a ride - presumably to Logan Airport - with a travel acquaintance who was dropping off his rental car. It turns off that the rental agency was off-site - presumably providing a shuttle service to the airport. This was yet another wrong assumption, as it turned out. "We're a routing station, not a full-service rental office" explained one of the workers there. 

It seems the women were more interested in talking about an upcoming wedding than assisting me with my dilemma. I had a car parked at the airport but I was several miles away at a rental car office with no shuttle service. My travel companion was long gone, having retrieved his car from the "routing station". I asked to call for a taxi, and then was told that I could get a ride if I could wait until closing at 10 p.m. Naturally that was unacceptable.

One of the workers turned flirtatious. "I can give you a ride right now if that's what you need".

I woke up instead.