Old Ladies from Full Lucid by Plains Desperate Symphony

My desire to go home is now greater than ever and I hustle down the sidewalk as quickly as I can.
At the very next intersection I see a group of 5 or 6 older ladies standing in the pedestrian crossing. They are blocking traffic, but the drivers don’t honk or try to get around them. They simply sit in their cars and wait.
The ladies each hold a single card in their hands, and they look at them and talk amongst themselves. I approach the group and ask if I can see a card. One of the ladies turns to me and says,
“Look at the ground, your card is right there.” I look down amongst the feet of the ladies and see there is a salmon coloured card that no one has claimed.
I reach down, pick up the card and examine it. It is roughly the size of a credit card and contains information in a typewriter font. There are fields for name, address, and phone number. They are already filled in and I notice the address first. It is a suite in my building, but not the suite that I live in. The name on the card is my wife’s.
I make a mental note to figure out how to correct the error later.
“This isn’t my card; it looks like it belongs to my wife,” I say to the grey-haired lady who pointed it out to me.
“Oh!” she exclaims, “yours must be in a pocket of that big bag you’re carrying.” I have no idea how she could know this, or how the card got there, but somehow I know she is correct.
I decide to wait until I get home to dig it out.
“Thanks ladies, goodnight,” I say as I begin to walk past them.
“Good luck,” says another of the ladies.

• Electronic
• cinematic
• downtempo
• industrial
• techno
• Winnipeg