Moving Along Sunday

 I took the freeway where I got hit.  I'm still not sure where I got hit, but I got on the freeway where I knew that semi slapped my car 2 months ago. I felt ok.  Nervous.  I thought today feels like a day I should do it.  Will I feel that courage on a different day?  Maybe not.  One step at a time.  My dentist said someone was looking over me for being ok after getting hit.  I wish they would have worked on my emotional being too while they were looking after me.

It was the first time I went to the pet store where I get Precious healthier food.  Yes, I get treats.  Judge me. I got it coming.  It's been about 2 months. I didn't splurge like I did but I got a couple of bags of treats and a few cans of the ProPlan food that a very nice kid recommended.  I didn't forget that kid.  That was nice of him to help me.  I offered to return a shirt my mom got from Kohls and took it to their Bayshore location. Two little girls who were maybe 8 and 10, I'm guessing, opened the door for me and smiled. I thanked them and told them they were sweet for doing that.  This old lady appreciated their kindness.

Weird thing happened when I stopped at Metro Market to do my ShopKick and get a couple of things.  This is the second time I saw someone working there who looked at me like something was wrong and then looked away.  The first time was a few weeks ago when I stopped in after I got my car back.  This time I saw a name tag and realized who it was.  MJ.  She used to work with me at Boston Store like gawd, 30 years ago?  She was in high school and I was considered ancient by her and her friends at 25.  She was aggressive when it came to selling shoes.  I hated working when she worked.  I literally had to jump over a few couches and high tail it to customer but MJ had long ass legs and pull about 10 people at a time.  I could deal with her being an aggressive sales person.  I wound up quitting because she was putting all of her returns under the house.  If we got a return from a different store, everyone took the hit.  MJ was putting all of her returns under the house.  Little thief.  

You know if she would have said hello to me, I would have gladly talked to her.  That was 30 years ago.  Her and little snot faced friend Nicky gave me expired Midol when we had a Christmas exchange.  I got my choice a candle from the Grand Avenue Mall during my lunch. I was pissed off.  At least buy some without an expiration date for crying out loud.  Funny how I wound up with red period underwear for our White Elephant gift exchange.  I can forgive Midol because we were all young.  The other is well, stupid Frick.

MJ looked almost embarrassed pushing a bunch of carts.  Why?  Is she happy?  I didn't think anything of it.  I don't think there's anything wrong with working at a grocery store.  Worst thing I could have said is Are you all hiring?  I might need some extra money.  Joking. I would go to the location near my house.  Or Target.  They pay higher.

I got the feeling that MJ might not have changed.  I mean, I'm wearing a cat T shirt from Etsy that says Love and I'm wearing green leggings from Amazon because it has elastic in the waist and they're comfy and match my green Adidas.  I'm not exactly excelling in the game of life, MJ.  I have a feeling that if I told her about my hardships, she'd take joy in it and then I'd have to hit her foot with a cart.   It's a shame that women have to be so hell bent on keeping up with everything and being competitive.  I'm too tired for that crap.  Lucky for MJ, she may only have to run from me once a month when I can come in and use ShopKick after I go for one of my walks by the lake.

Weird how a month ago I thought we were going to lose the election and now we're preparing for the convention.  What a wild month it's been politically.  Fun watching Trump lose his every loving mind because she does not know what to do with Kamala and Tim.  And he can shut his filthy mouth about Doug.  We love our Doug damn it! 

Nice to have a day off tomorrow.  Don't know what I'll do but my Sunday scaries can now move over to the Monday scaries.

 

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