Frozen butter and the mustard-Stained sweater

"I was at a grocery store, but the aisles were just endless racks of winter coats. My sister was at the customer service desk, trying to return a blender. Except the blender was just a block of frozen butter. I wasn't even listening to her argument, just hyper-focused on the fact that she was wearing my favorite sweater and had a huge mustard stain on the cuff. I felt this intense, irrational anger about the mustard. The cashier, who looked exactly like my third-grade teacher, just kept scanning the butter. My sister turned to me and asked, "Do you think it'll fit in the glovebox?" Suddenly we were in my car. She was trying to shove the frozen butter into the CD slot. I was screaming about the sweater, but my voice just sounded like bubbles popping. She handed me a single, wet shoelace. "For the toll," she said. Woke up genuinely annoyed about a sweater I don't even own."