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today is friday.

on fridays kelly has work and i do not. most of the time i go into the office and mess around or record or whatever, but on this particular morning it was time to be a man and brave the big city (scroll down to the bottom of that link) and finish my christmas shopping.

i would like to say that kelly and i have done a smashing job at getting ahead on christmas stuff this year (way to go dear), so today’s adventure was just to tie up a few loose ends.

now, since all my stops were for kelly, i can’t go into great detail about where i went or what i got (i’ve been telling her that i just went to a few city dumps and sifted through the toss-outs for her presents…).

what i CAN catalogue is some of the people i noticed in the places of business i visited.

there’s the lady who pulls her cart by the front of the basket, refusing to use the handle. i watched her for…not a long time, but long enough to see that she wasn’t just repositioning after leaving an aisle. no, she refused to use the handle that no doubt carried a number of contaminated pathogens. yeah…the front of the cart is much more clean (and more likely to have been, ceremonially if not meaningfully, wiped down by an employee) than the handle. i hate to say it lady, but if you can’t handle the handle, you probably shouldn’t be using the cart at all.

there’s the desperate, confused driver, looking for a spot…even though there were tons of spots. this person followed me for a little bit until they figured out that i always park as far out as i can (i don’t like door dings…and i DO like burning an extra half of a calorie by walking). yeah…they gave up following me after they saw i was real far out there…out with all the other empty spaces. instead they decided to drive around, looking for a closer, if not more aerobically encouraging, nor more available space.

finally, there’s the guy who’s wearing either pajama pants or golf pants. i only caught a glimpse of him at first…and thought to myself “even if they are golf pants…why would you buy them?” can anyone explain golf pants to me? you know what i mean…those ridiculous, plaid pants. pants that look like pajamas. turns out the golfing pajamer WAS wearing pajamas. he also had his fresno bee folded neatly in thirds…stuffed halfway down the front of his pants. his pajama pants. apparantly they didn’t have pockets.

all in all, i was in and out of the bustling metropolis before 11:20am, back in cow-town by noon, the lunching hour. pretty good. record-setting good if i’m not mistaken.

i don’t like going places without my wife, but this is one of a couple times during the year where it has to happen. on the drive there and back i listened to a lot of new music…but that is fodder for another post.

and now: random-question-of-the-post: violin or flute?

blessings

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