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Mar. 8th, 2011 07:40 pmAt lunch wandered around Rufus King Park, where I heard a young man arguing on a cell phone about how he did not want to hustle for the drug deals and preferred just being a supplier. For a minute I thought, I'd fallen into an episode of Breaking Bad. Half way around the park, passed a bunch of older men playing dominoes, one told me that I was very attractive and asked if I was "married" yet? I decided to lie and say yes.
Other than that and well a nasty article I read about the nitwits in the evil Tea Party (and yes, the Tea Party is evil - evil, I say, eviiil or just insanely moronic.) who don't want government workers to have any pension (less said about that the better), a lovely day. (Wait Donald Trump is threatening to run for President? He was just on NY1 threatening it. Oookay.) Taking tomorrow off. Work gives my b-day off so I take it. Yesterday, the universe or God, depending on your beliefs, decided to give me English Toffee as a birthday gift. (OR maybe it was just Whole Foods). What happened? Ah. I went to the Union Square Whole Foods after doc appt. which was located in the area. Whole Foods or so I've been told has a great "gluten-free" section (it does by the way, snagged some cinnamon buns, corn muffin toaster cakes, and frozen fudge brownies. Another patron talked me out of getting the frosted cupcakes - which were also frozen - that and frozen frosted cupcakes aren't that appealing. At least you can heat up brownies.) Anyhow, after wandering about, finally found the section, and decided against better judgment to splurge on $14.96 chocolat and peanut coated English Toffee by way of Nashville. Thought as I picked it up, really wish someone would give me this for my birthday.
Spent about twenty minutes standing in the most bizarre grocery check-out line on the planet. They have color-coded lines, with a screen which calls out numbers of checkout counters with the number scrolling by. There's about eight lines, and 30 checkout counters. The counters are about two spaces away from the lines. It's the weirdest thing I've seen, but a great space saver. Very hard to describe. Just imagine a bunch of checkout islands with little numbered lights. Then two flat screens with colored strips, and numbers occassionally rolling down them, in front of two sets of lines, four on one side, food rack, four on the other side. And a computer voice calling out checkout numbers. Yes, it's the grocery store of the future!
Anywho...I get called to the checkout line and they try to scan the toffee and it doesn't scan. So the cashier tells me that they are going to give me the toffee for free because it won't scan. Consider it a gift. Score!
Tomorrow...is my free day to do with whatever I please, even if that is to sleep blessedly late, eat cinnamon buns, lounge in pajamas, play on the net, and wander off to get a massage around
2pm.
Other than that and well a nasty article I read about the nitwits in the evil Tea Party (and yes, the Tea Party is evil - evil, I say, eviiil or just insanely moronic.) who don't want government workers to have any pension (less said about that the better), a lovely day. (Wait Donald Trump is threatening to run for President? He was just on NY1 threatening it. Oookay.) Taking tomorrow off. Work gives my b-day off so I take it. Yesterday, the universe or God, depending on your beliefs, decided to give me English Toffee as a birthday gift. (OR maybe it was just Whole Foods). What happened? Ah. I went to the Union Square Whole Foods after doc appt. which was located in the area. Whole Foods or so I've been told has a great "gluten-free" section (it does by the way, snagged some cinnamon buns, corn muffin toaster cakes, and frozen fudge brownies. Another patron talked me out of getting the frosted cupcakes - which were also frozen - that and frozen frosted cupcakes aren't that appealing. At least you can heat up brownies.) Anyhow, after wandering about, finally found the section, and decided against better judgment to splurge on $14.96 chocolat and peanut coated English Toffee by way of Nashville. Thought as I picked it up, really wish someone would give me this for my birthday.
Spent about twenty minutes standing in the most bizarre grocery check-out line on the planet. They have color-coded lines, with a screen which calls out numbers of checkout counters with the number scrolling by. There's about eight lines, and 30 checkout counters. The counters are about two spaces away from the lines. It's the weirdest thing I've seen, but a great space saver. Very hard to describe. Just imagine a bunch of checkout islands with little numbered lights. Then two flat screens with colored strips, and numbers occassionally rolling down them, in front of two sets of lines, four on one side, food rack, four on the other side. And a computer voice calling out checkout numbers. Yes, it's the grocery store of the future!
Anywho...I get called to the checkout line and they try to scan the toffee and it doesn't scan. So the cashier tells me that they are going to give me the toffee for free because it won't scan. Consider it a gift. Score!
Tomorrow...is my free day to do with whatever I please, even if that is to sleep blessedly late, eat cinnamon buns, lounge in pajamas, play on the net, and wander off to get a massage around
2pm.