I had a good weekend. It was much needed recreation that has long been missed in the recent months. Dick Prall came to town on Friday, did the Java House thing, and then played Gabes. Somehow, the guy remembers me. We’ve brushed paths, but if it weren’t for me giving Ben his CD, he would have never been on the show. Paul and I had a good time hanging out with the guy after the show on Friday night. I got some cards, so we’ll be in touch. Pictures to come in the gallery.
Let’s talk about the grocery store, shall we?
Are you the type who completely blocks the isles when you go shopping? I know that the stores in the greater area of where I call home have isles that are at least two carts wide. Enough for traffic to flow in opposite directions as you would on any city street. However, I find it very unlikely that any sane person would get in the way of an oncoming car, so why do people do this at the store? Some one will pull their cart to one side of the isle, stand on the other side, completely blocking the whole pathway to everything I need. But they don’t budge. They read the labels. They ignore you. These people are everywhere, and you cannot escape them.
At the check out counter tonight, the woman is scanning and bagging my groceries. “Are you cooking dinner tonight?” Of course, I was… for myself. “Oh, that’s good too.”