errands on st. clair
No Frills opens at nine. I had a coffee in hand and there was a line outside. I asked a small group of old men for the time, and the one with the growliest accent said "two minutes". I stood back from the group, smiled at them and sipped my coffee
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I've already got enough seething rage, I don't need to accept any more from strange old men. Surely, they've almost run out themselves.
I've been prepped to perform well for the senior stranger sexual harassment in my neighborhood. Based on the previously mentioned behaviour of your own grandmother, perhaps it should just be called overly curious affection. Old people aren't strangers in the same way as normal people. They're strange, too, but the universe has had more time to get used to it so who am I to think they're freaks. You see, another time their was the old lady that chased me around the meat and produce section asking me if those peppers and those sausages were spicy. I finally flirted back and she disappeared for awhile.
She eventually started feeding me BBQ potato chips at the checkout. No cafe at this grocery. That's something else I've learned here. Old ladies like to each potato chips at or near the grocery store. Maybe that's the real version of wearing purple.
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