Thanks to everyone for all their comments and emails on the loss of our dog Bailey. If the world was a better place dogs would live much longer. Also chocolate would have no calories and politicians would stop talking about “legitimate rape.”
Vancouver is experiencing a minor miracle these days. Sunshine. This could be a sign of the end of the world. If so I’m trying to take advantage of what time we might have left by getting outside as much as possible. Hockey starts again this week so I’ll soon grow pasty again as I sit in front of the TV.
We have those self check out kiosks at our grocery store and I’ve started talking to the robotic voice. I find it very pushy. “Please scan your first item!” Look lady, I’m doing the best I can to get organized. Stop rushing me. Stop telling me to place my item in the bag. I can handle this without you yelling at me all the time.
I find the grocery store a great place to people watch. The other day there was a couple in the produce department. The fellow picked out some pears and put them in the cart. The woman went ballistic. “Pear?! You want pears? They’re not on the list, but maybe you don’t need a list. Maybe you’ve got this handled and can do the shopping by yourself!” Then she stormed off toward the dairy section. Then the guy and I stared awkwardly at each other. Pear rebel. Makes me wonder what else he’s tried to slip into the cart. I’m thinking they shouldn’t shop together.
The same day there was an old lady in the meat section standing there considering her options while she picked her nose. Not a discrete nostril rub, but a full on up to the second knuckle dig fest. I couldn’t tell if a) she was slightly demented and was somewhat unaware that she was in a public place or b) figures she’s old and can’t be bothered to care what the rest of us think. The best part was, apart from the nose drilling, she was dressed to the nines with a jaunty scarf and broach etc.