A lot less crowded at the grocery store just now than it was two weeks ago, I tell you. Much nicer (for me, though probably not for the store).

As I was checking out, the young guy ringing up my stuff complimented me on the fact that I kept all the like items together on the conveyer. It made it easier for him to ring things up.

Then he completely missed the point, by not packing like items together in the plastic bags. Reason I put things together is in hopes they'll be packed together, which makes it easier for me to load up my shopping cart for the trip home.

On the way home, just as I was wheeling into the apartment complex, a paramedic unit with its lights going pulled into the place. It ran down to the mailboxes, and they looked at something there, then backed up and went past me towards the part where I live. And I had this sudden fantasy: I'd finally get to my apartment and see that they were just coming out of it, with my dead body on a stretcher. And I'd say, "But I'm right here!" and no one would hear me, and suddenly I'd realize that I was a ghost.

Turned out they were going somewhere else, different building even. And they didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry, either.

I think I've been watching too much TV.

Posted by: Steven Den Beste in Daily Life at 12:20 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment
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