A random Monday

It’s been a hot minute since I had a chance to write something. I’ve been so BUSY lately…and also lazy. Lazy and busy and listless. Anyway, but today is the day where that ends and where new life and new verbiage begins.

Yesterday was a lazy Monday. Typically when you think of Monday it’s associated with words like “hectic” and “stressful” and “busy” and mine was all of those things until I came home from work. It was cold and rainy outside and a trip to HEB was the only thing worthwhile that I accomplished.

I enjoy grocery stores. Up North the grocery stores are small and overly packed with carbohydrates that I’m not interested in purchasing. St. Louis in particular had a depressing set of grocery stores. They were tiny and not very well-stocked and just a drag to go in. But here in Texas where we have the wonderment that is HEB, purchasing broccoli can be fun-filled and slightly joyous. Perhaps I’m the only person who feels this way. Probably so. In the countries I visited in Europe, the highlight of my trip was a visit to the local Eurospar. If you want culture, real culture, go to the country’s local grocery store. The cashiers typically do not speak English if they bother speaking to you at all, and there aren’t helpful signs translating everything into your local tongue. You are on your own amongst the cheese and bread and salami.

Followed up my trip to HEB with a visit to Chick-Fil-A because there’s nothing that says fast food quite like a visit to the grocery store. The heaps of produce don’t cook themselves you know! While in the drive-thru, the helpful young lady took my order. While we exchanged pleasantries, her male counterpart came over and made a awkwardly flirtatious attempt in her direction. She shrugged him off, annoyed. I asked her what he wanted and she looked at me, whispered, “he’s weird”. I laughed and she remembered I was a customer and smiled and said, “I’m just kidding,” but I knew she wasn’t.

Ah to be young and work in Chick-Fil-A where you’re certain that this is only a small stepping stone and surely greater things lie ahead. And usually they do. Especially at Chick-Fil-A. I’m not sure why, but the employees there are usually much more pleasant and well-groomed than your average fast food place. I’ve yet to meet a dumb cashier at Chick-Fil-A but at my local Whataburger, I had to repeat my order four times the last time I went.

It was still wrong.

So here’s to Tuesday! It’s the first day we’ve had without rain for a while now. This disappoints me a little – gloomy and rainy days speak to me in ways that merely sunshine days do not.