The Banzai Chronicles

With dishes done, laundry drying, and DS9 watched, I decided to go to my friendly neighborhood Safeway, a scant three-minute walk from my apartment. Attired in my loungey-pants (their first outing of the season), white t, white socks, and sandals, I ventured forth with my two canvas shopping bags, coupons in my pocket, and my Palm (which held today's list). I can be a geek even when I get groceries.

On the way in, I noticed that my formerly 24-hour Safeway is revising their hours to 5 am to 1 am daily. If this has an impact on my life, I have issues.

Filling my sacks like some kind of food burglar, I hear a man mumbling beside me in the dairy aisle:

"mumblemumble...a deal on those groceries?"

"What?"

"Want to get a deal on those groceries? See, I need to get money for cigarettes and stuff and I could..."

"Uhm, no thanks. That's alright."

Don't even know what kind of scam it could be— just didn't want any of it.

Got lunch food, apple juice (which the checkout lady darn near dropped— plastic is a wonderful, magical thing), and things for tomorrow's Staff Meeting, including supplies for the Chex Mix of Death, nachos to go with the World's Greatest Guacamole (which Connor says may make an appearance, complete with secret ingredient), and a bottle of merlot. I will probably go back for more beverages later today.

Upon returning, pulled my warm, dry clothes from the dryer. A guy was there washing something in the big sink— dude was funky, and not in a jazz kinda way. There are sometimes good reasons to do laundry.