Random Monday
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.
January 14th, 2013 at 4:32 am
OMG. I am excited to hear about someone else who talks to robotic voices. (I don’t actually talk to them, because I don’t like people to stare at me, but I do in my head.) Those store checkout ones are horrible, and yet I continue to use them.
At our library, we’ve got an automatic checkout. He doesn’t talk much, but at the end he always says the nicest thank you. And I ALWAYS want to say you’re welcome back. But I don’t, cause I don’t like to call attention to myself. But then I feel impolite.
So what do I do? Make myself look crazy or impolite? It’s a cornumdrum.
January 14th, 2013 at 5:42 am
Even though I don’t pick my nose in public, your mom will not let me go food shopping with her, or as she calls it “grazing”. Will not let me go clothes shopping for her either. So I just have to go jewelry shopping for her all by myself. Wait until you see her new earrings!!
January 14th, 2013 at 9:32 am
Until they start giving me a discount for checking my own groceries, I’m making someone else ring them up!
January 14th, 2013 at 10:36 am
How embarrassing that you saw Min and I in the produce department. You know he’s never going to eat those pears, though. And the list is the list.
Thank goodness you didn’t see us when WE got to the robotic voice.