I went to the Palace of Food with D&L this afternoon, and we happened to get there just as the store was packed with a bunch of armed greybeards hitting it for their monthly storebought-food binge. Like, um, someone you know. I like to think of myself as kind of a unique individual but in that store at that moment you might have gotten the idea that once upon a time I was sold in cellophane-front packages in a chain of toy stores.
And I laughed at the thought that this would be the perfect moment to introduce the most Marin County person you know to that store, just to see if it really is possible for the top of someone’s head to blow off…
Well, today is the first of the month. Lots of retirees get SSI payments and pension payments about now, so I guess it makes sense that today is senior binge day. Something I hadn’t really thought about before.
I’d pay good money to see that introduction! In fact, I’d drive 1200 miles to see it.
AAAHHHHHH . . . it’s the GREYBEARD MILITIA! 😉
Most people have no idea where or what marin county is.
I’d fit right in, unfortunately.
You do kinda look like the prospector.
The biggest independent grocery store in my part of southern Oregon caters to the less-well-off and to ranchers and other rurals. The first ten days of the month, it’s packed with people a) exercising their freshly restocked EBT cards, and b) getting the monthly grocery run in.
Open carry is rare in the small city, but legal and (generally) accepted. It’s safe to assume that many of the customers are running CCW, since the take rate on permits is about 30% of the county’s population. The city is a popular way station for the people going from Portlandia to Burning Man, so there’s lots of opportunity for the groups to boggle at each other in September.