Couple of mildly discouraging things today. (No, I’m not depressed about any of this, just mildly discouraged.) While at lunch with
After Day Jobbery, I went to Albertson’s by myself. I don’t much do this any more. My friends and family do my shopping for the most part, and when I do go by the store, it’s with someone. I needed a few things, and figured midafternoon would easy. I went over there with a four item list. It took me forty-five minutes to get through the store. The large, complex space was confusing to me, and even the fairly light number of shoppers felt like far too many for my comfort. I came home with four bags of stuff, half of which I’m now looking at in mild wonderment, while getting through the self-service checkout was a nightmare for me. (I would have stood in the full service line, but that was 20 minutes of waiting behind several gigantically full baskets at each open register.) The self-service cashier took pity on me and helped me get sorted out after the register kept trying to scan and weigh my man-purse despite my best efforts to the contrary.
You know, I used to be able to go to the grocery store, shop for ten minutes, and come home without mishap. This underscores to me that my “zone” has become very narrow. By myself I can handle the post office, the pharmacy, the gas station, Blockbuster, and a very limited selection of restaurants, mostly where I already know the staff. Almost everything else I do, I do with
This doesn’t actually surprise me. It’s no different from not doing my own laundry and dishes any more, really. It just…disappoints.
I shall console myself with Tweetsnarking The Fifth Element here shortly. And laying low at home for the rest of the day, doing nothing important whatsoever.