Only in Dreams

I was in Brazil at a grocery store. Either a girl I was dating, or wanting to date, or just a good friend was also in line with me buying a lunch or something. We forgot drinks so I asked her if she wanted me to grab her something. As I walked away, I left my groceries there at the counter so they would just be there when I got back. At the cold drink refrigerator there wasn’t any guarana. Only Portuguese versions of amped and other energy drinks. They also had the little kid sized sodas. I went ahead and got one of each and walked back to the check-out. I was looking around for my groceries and I started talking to the guy about them and he didn’t know where they were. Just past the stand on the ground was a smashed banana and apple, with skid marks as if they had been run over by a shopping cart. When I confronted they guy about this like, “hey! There are my groceries.” He started enrrolando some excuse while his co-worker was hovering behind me. He somehow unbuttoned my back pocket and swiped my wallet. I barely felt this and spun around. Grabbed it back from him and started to slam his head against a chain link fence as I was yelling.