Tuesday 24 March 2020

RANTS: MY CARONA! OOPSIE! MY BAD!

Mister Bottom's Folly

MARCH 24—Went to the local grocery store today. No lineups yet, though there’s now a security guard at the front doors. But it wasn’t busy (late morning) and the shelves were stocked in the usual manner (I even got some toilet paper!). I’m stocking up on canned goods, etc. I really didn’t need to shop, today. But, like everyone, I don’t know how long this thing will last.
I made a boo-boo at the checkout counter with my reusable plastic bags containing my purchases. I got a bit of a chill from the clerk. Then I realized my faux pas when she commented to another customer about store preferences (using store plastic bags.) I got out of there quick!
Note to store: if that is what you want to do to protect your workers, I’m 100% with you and will comply happily (if guiltily) in the future, using new plastic (sorry about that, sea turtles!)—but I suggest letting your security guard know so he can inform incoming customers or post some signs! I’m sorry! Sorry!
After skulking out of the grocery store I walked to the drugstore. I wanted vitamins and lottery tickets—especially lottery tickets because I really need to buy a castle with a moat. Again, the store was not busy, but looked well-stocked and they had vitamin C. (Last week they were out.) At the checkout there was a sign saying they were no longer selling lottery tickets, I guess to cut down on customer traffic (like me). There were no clerks at the checkouts so I had to use the self-scan machine. I got befuddled with the process, and was a bit snippy with a young female clerk who came to assist me. Sorry! Sorry! My bad; she didn’t need me to be pouty. These are not times for pouting! As for lottery tickets—I’ve decided to buy them on-line. Maybe my luck will improve! Later, I’ll go for my (social-distance maintained) walk along the lake shore. Temp is around 00 C. We’ve had a bit of wet snow in last couple of days, and it will be a nice day for a long walk. Enjoy the joys and nod to sorrows as you walk by.

Cheers. Jake.


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