A hermit’s nightmare…

Just got back from Senior Day at the Palace of Food, AKA the Safeway in the biggish town about 35 miles away. And while it’s usually pretty busy, today it was packed with people either sauntering the wrong way or having nonchalant conversations blocking entire aisles. I felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the building by all those lungs. Neighbor L said the unusual traffic might have something to do with tomorrow’s holiday, which of course I’d forgotten about entirely since I don’t really do holidays.

The years may have taught me some small measure of self-discipline, because situations like that would have me hyperventilating before I spent almost 20 years alone in the desert but this time I just coped, did my shopping, checked out and left, still able to wanly smile at the bagboy. Sure was happy to get home to my grubby little cabin, though. And then – almost the moment I walked in and greeted Tobie – I got a text from Neighbor L saying I’d left my manbag in their garage, so I told Tobie we had to “go for a ride” and got the Happiest Dog in the World Face as a reward.

On the home front…

…I’ve been painting porch gingerbread between rainstorms.

Considering these were made from scrap wood six years ago, they’re holding up pretty damned well if I do say so myself.

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7 Responses to A hermit’s nightmare…

  1. doubletrouble says:

    “Happiest Dog in the World Face”
    We need to see that…

  2. Anonymous says:

    I can relate: just got back from the Safeway in this small town (unknown miles from your small town) and it was packed with people doing the same isle blocking gossip circles and other adverse social behavior.
    A little tough on a certified introvert, but I made it out alive. BP unknown but surely up.


  3. Cederq says:

    My same problem today in a town of 8,000, where did they come out of the woodwork? I am more confrontational, I said would say loudly, you are blocking the damn aisle and being rude. That got them moving. I have no patience for uncouth and rude behaviors. Funny , I was a psych nurse and behavioral therapist and chucked it all when I came to figure it all out it was a big scam and I wasn’t in the club. I stay at my place way out the town and only come in when I absolutely necessary. Like today…

  4. Mike says:

    I don’t blame you one bit for not wanting to wade into the sea of idiots at the Safeway. Going to a big box store is something I have come to loathe, so whenever I can, I order online for delivery or curbside pickup.

    It’s funny that you mention how people will stand in a group in the centre of an isle chatting. It makes me laugh at how oblivious these idiots are and when you say “Excuse me” their pea brained heads snap up, and they look at you for a second like deer in the headlight. And finally, they shuffle off to the side to let you pass.

  5. mikemcdowell3006 says:

    Tree Mike
    You guys are wimpazoids! My wife had to go Price Club in Nashville yesterday, after taking her Mom to the doctors appointment. Everything mentioned above on steroids. She’s a saint and armed. We live 70 miles outside of town, so it wasn’t optional.

  6. matismf says:

    It is good to see the snowbirds do not only act that way in Florida!

  7. RCPete says:

    They were doing that at the Fred Meyer (Kroger) in Klamath Falls, OR. I’m a couple of weeks before getting an arthoscopic knee procedure (eyes to the Lord “please let it be fixed”) and the produce section was a mess. The worst was a woman chatting with an employee. Got them to move, and they went right back at it. No way I was going to walk 30 feet more than I had to, but the 9mm solution didn’t seem appropriate… Tempting, but not appropriate.

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