04 March 2010
I wrote a post for today, but then I deleted it. So here’s another go…
Owen and I walked to Mississippi Market this evening. We walked up to the check-out counters at the same second as two other people. Since they both had one item, and we had three, I let them both go ahead of us. So, since they were busy checking out at registers #2 and 3, Owen and I walked over to register #1. But that cashier was busy helping a lady with a whole cartful of food, so we walked back over to #2. That woman was extremely slow, and was using the opportunity to not only buy a single onion (I kid you not) but also to chat with the cashier about life, the Universe and nothing. We scooted over to #3, but that featured a half-drunk guy asking the cashier about the medicinal properties of the bottle of vitamins he held in his hand. He also felt the need to point out that the safety seal had been compromised.
So Owen and I stood right in between the two customers, waiting to see who would finish first. But then a husband and wife (or boyfriend and girlfriend) walked up behind us, and started moving towards #3, forcing Owen and me to scoot back over to #2. Then – and this is the best part – an employee walks over to register #4 and shouts out, “I can help whoever’s next!”
You know who was freakin’ next? Me. That’s who. But did she help me? Come on, if she had, I wouldn’t be telling this story.
Hippies. Go figure.
05 March 2010
Today, while at work and even while driving home, I was anticipating this evening. A couple of our friends had made arrangements to go out to eat with us and then to go hear an author read from her book at the local library. I was excited; it’s not often we get invited to do fun events like that, especially on a weekday. It was even fun to have something to tell my co-workers when they asked: “What do you have planned for this weekend?”
As soon as I got in the door of our apartment this evening, I asked my wife what time our friends would be arriving, and she said they cancelled. Oh well.
We decided to go out to eat at the St. Clair Broiler, but as we neared the establishment, we saw that there were at least 20 people waiting for a table. So we went to Panera instead. I guess you have to specifically ask if you want your bagel toasted. And the cream cheese incurs an extra charge. And they only give you enough to cover half the bagel.
06 March 2010
We purchased a toy kitchen for Owen in August, 2006, and he’s finally starting to use it. Today, as he’s done several times in the past week, he invited me into his ‘restaurant’ for breakfast. I sat on the floor, and then he walked up and took my order. I asked for French Toast, but he said he couldn’t make that. He said: “How about an egg?” So I said that would be fine, but I added that I wanted tea, too.
Owen banged a bunch of pots and silverware around, and about five minutes later he walked over to me with a bowl filled with wooden toy food. I call it meat-muffin-fish-shrimp soup, ’cause that’s what’s in it. He also handed me a tiny mug, assuring me it was filled with “tea, with a little bit of hot cocoa and some chocolate chips.”
When I had finished ‘eating,’ Owen brought me the bill and a box of ‘mints.’ He told me the mints would help me drive home better. When I asked him how that was possible, he said the mints have vitamins in them that make a person drive good. They must be the opposite of hallucinogenics, I’m guessing.
Bagels with only enough cream cheese for half of the bagel reminds me of the bagels from the JW conventions. They never had enough cream cheese. And of course they weren’t toasted. But they were free…well, kind of.
I’ll have to take your word for it, Rebekah. I was never much of a bagel person back then. I do recall the cheese and apple danishes, but I had not issue with them. Something that did bug me, though, was the orange juice. I’d get some for breakfast, and it would be frozen. I’d have to hide it under my chair during the session and take sips as it melted.