I dreamed I was at work and a mail truck pulled in with items that had been mailed there from another state. The items were household items where someone used the mail to move. There were school books taped together in black tape.. Clothes on hangers with address pinned to sleeve of a shirt.
We were trying to close and the mail truck driver was demanding the gas price for moving these items. The bill was over $300.. I didn't know how to do a pay out. We had other customers in the store. One customer sold me his pick 3 numbers because he decided he didn't want them and it was too late to cancel. One number hit for $290. I had validated the ticket and wrote it on a blue slip of paper and accidently threw it away.
My daughter came in and I told her I would pay her to help us close. The other lady there took care of the gas man and helped me find the little blue slip of paper. I remember the clock saying 10:50. We close at 9:00 on Sunday night. We were running two hours late getting out of the store.