In my head

“Excuse me,” the man asks me as I’m standing in the parking lot of U-Haul. “Where did you get that cart?”

“It’s not mine,” I say, looking down at the grey plastic dolly the company lets you borrow that’s piled up with merch for the upcoming market, “but I can unload this one for you.”
We go back and forth like this, with me thinking that he wants to know where I purchased this dolly and offering to unpack this one, and him trying to explain that he just wants to know where they ARE, until finally I figure it out and walk over to show him, saying, “Sorry, I’m kind of in my head today.”