Just a bit of Caturday lounging going on here.
Miko the Balinese, and Ellie the Siamese — best friends!!
While at the grocery store, the young woman (store lady) bagging my groceries was asked to help with a carryout. She finished with me, I thanked her, we said goodbye, and she went to her next customer.
As I am wheeling my cart out, I see her with another lady. I will call her Inconsiderate Lady. She had on a heavy parka with a fur-lined hood which she had on her head. I should mention that it was 17F. outside, wind chill of 6F.
Inconsiderate Lady’s fancy-looking car was at the extreme end of the parking lot, straddling a couple of parking spaces. There were at least 8-10 empty parking spots in just that row before the next closest car to the store. I guess Inconsiderate Lady was concerned about her car baby possibly getting dinged.
Anyway, store lady was pushing the cart to Inconsiderate Lady’s car. They get there and just seem to stand around for several seconds. (bitterly cold, remember, and store lady does not have a coat) I finally see Inconsiderate Lady reach for her purse (in the cart–oh, was it too heavy to carry yourself?). After fumbling for several long seconds, she finds the keys and unlocks the car.
Now there seems to be more waiting as a huge decision is being made as to where the groceries should be placed in the car. Inconsiderate Lady slowly transfers each bag — one at a time — to the back seat of her car. Store lady is standing there, arms wrapped around herself; guessing she was freezing!!
When all was done, store lady grabbed the empty cart and ran with it back to the warmth of the store.
If Inconsiderate Lady wanted help with her cart, specifically to have someone return it back to the store, then why did she park at the ends of the earth?
I always decline assistance taking my groceries out. How fricking hard is it to wheel your own cart? I do specifically park close to a cart-return area to make that step easy. Plus, I can then place the bags where I want them, usually based on other errands I have planned or already done. Besides, I am not a helpless woman!!
And when the weather is crappy, why should 2 get wet or cold, when only 1 is required.
True that I do not know the full story of the event, but it seemed to me that Inconsiderate Lady was not very considerate of the store lady’s time and exposure to the elements. Am I being overly judgemental here?
I am reading a spectacular biography of Bob Fosse, called Fosse by Sam Wasson. It brings me back to one of the first musicals I remember and fell in love with: Damn Yankees (1955).
Fosse choreographed this number for Gwen Verdon. He later married her and they had a child together.
Whatever Lola Wants…
Within Damn Yankees, Bob and Gwen dance together in this silly number.
Who’s Got the Pain
I had known of Bob Fosse due to the semi-autobiographical movie about him, All That Jazz, 1979 (which Fosse directed). I did not know that he not only choreographed, but also directed my all time favorite musical, Pippin.
Fosse directed Cabaret, the Liza with a Z television extravaganza, and Chicago, to name a few.
Some people think that Michael Jackson’s dance moves were greatly influenced by Fosse. What do you think?
MeiMei does not like closed doors. She can open bifold doors and sometimes a standard door if the latch is loose.
This door opens the furnace, water softener, and hot water heater area. Since it is not accessed all that often, I have a love seat in front of it.
MeiMei hates this and she tries to open it on a daily basis. First she looks up to see if there is a latch holding it closed.
Then she tries to get a grip in the tiny space between both sides of the door.
Sigh – defeated for the moment, MeiMei looks around to see if anyone can help.
And then she gives up with a heavy sigh.
I am bored, so I have decided to reinvent myself according to the purported style of the average American. And what can be more average than the lives of people depicted on commercials or advertisements.
First of all, I can no longer hold on to anything. “Drop everything and head over to the Nissan sales event.” Not much of a change for me as I am the queen of klutzes.
One ad I can get behind is “Nothing can keep you from a Magnum.” The TV ad shows a huge traffic jam and a lovely young lady climbs out of her car (convertible of course), no shoes, and traipses across the tops of cars in front of her car. And why? To get to the refrigerated truck also stuck in the traffic jam and get a Magnum ice cream bar. Belgium chocolate-covered ice cream bar. I already mentioned that I am a klutz, so no traipsing for me. I also have an issue with the sun in my eyes, so no convertible. But getting an ice cream bar in the middle of a traffic jam? Oh yeah – I can do that!
“If you love bacon, make it official.” According to Jack-in-the-Box, I should marry the bacon! If people who love each other cannot marry if they are the same sex, why would it be okay to marry a piece of fried, dead pig? Or is this a subliminal message for all of America to rally forth for equal marriage laws for all regardless of sexual orientation or food likes. Maybe I should do this though because I do like bacon and there is no one else (or any other food product) in line for marriage.
So the commercial me, with a broken toe (I dropped everything on my foot), is driving a new car, with my partner (bacon), while eating a chocolate ice cream bar. Sheesh, not so different than my current life after all.