Today I broke free; and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear I was driving through Younge St, Ontario Canada today. The snow is EVERYWHERE.
I missed Starbucks; so I picked up my Grande Vanilla Misto in thirds and headed across the street to Walmart. This past weekend I ate myself out of house and home. That wasn’t too hard to do, since I don’t keep very much food here anyway; no point in cooking for one.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one. I hadn’t seen so many shopping carts over flowing with food items at one time since Supermaker Sweep.
Except everyone today looked far less cosmopolitan and WAY more motley crew.
I had a longer list than usual, since it’s projected to snow AGAIN this weekend and I want to be prepared this time. Veggie Lasagna (homemade) and frozen pizza, among other things, was on my grocery treasure hunt; and as I steered down the frozen food isle I found a guy and his buggy parked right in front of the door I needed into.
Sigh. If only he was that attractive…
Instead, he was a tall, skinny, 50-something black man with diamond earrings and a gold tooth. The rest of the story went like this:
Me: “Do you mind if I squeeze past you?”
Strange Man in 50’s: “Course not.”
Me: “Thank you.”
Strange Man in 50’s: “How about I squeeze you into my pockets and take you home with me?”
I hope it stops snowing soon…