2 Liter

Date: 6/10/2016

I was in Manchester walking up the hill between the mall and the plaza with Lowe's, Target, etc. I was pushing a baby stroller with no baby in it. There was, however, a long snake plush in it. The stroller kept getting stuck in the grass next to the sidewalk and when I yanked it free the last time, the force conveniently swung me in front of the pedestrian walkway. While I'm waiting for the light to change so that I can cross the street, an unknown man casually walks up to me and says "What's up, 2 Liter. Where's your sister?" We end up in a heated argument because he's adamant on the fact that he knows who I am and I'm telling him he's wrong because he knows no personal information about me or my sister. We end up in a fist fight in which I beat him in a sloppy, almost accidental manner. I don't know how to fight in real life or in dreams, apparently. He later realizes that he doesn't actually know me, but has mistaken me for another fat woman. This leads me to believe he calls all fat people 2 Liter. During the fight, a group of teenagers show up out of nowhere to watch. After that was all said and done, everyone crosses the street and goes to the mall. I end up eating at a pizza restaurant with one of the teenage boys. The stroller is presumably left where the fight took place.