Afternoon adventure
Well, I've had an interesting afternoon so far.
I went out to one of my favorite places to walk/jog, Glacier Ridge Metro Park, to do my Couch to 5K. I stopped off at Drug Mart first for an insulated water bottle and some hair dye, that kind of thing. All week I have been searching all over creation for a small sling-style daypack and had no luck anywhere. I finally found one at Target that was Swiss Gear, a little small for my purposes, but would do. Randomly, at Drug Mart of all places, I found the PERFECT pack, exactly what I was looking for, for $15. Sold. Now I will return the Swiss Gear one, which was like $30. Suck it, Target.
Went to the park. Muggy. In this particular park, there is a frisbee golf course. Based on my observations of the people playing (the path follows the outer edge of the course for about half a mile) the players spend about 80% of the time looking for their discs in the rough. And it is rough, man. The fairways and stuff are mowed but they're only about four feet wide, and beyond that it's knee-high natural grasses. Yikes.
So on my way home I stop off for a post-workout Starbucks at my favorite store, the one I always go to in the evenings where all the baristas know me. The baristas at this store love to play drive-thru speaker games. I've gotten free drinks there three times for playing along. Score! This is what transpired today.
Barista: Welcome to Starbucks, this is Royale with Cheese, what can I get you?
Me: Mayo on my fries?
Barista: Hahaha!
Me: Or a grande skinny vanilla latte.
Barista: Okay, I'll have that at the window. Party on, Wayne.
Me: Party on, Garth.
Barista: YESSSS!! (I can hear his fist-pump through the speaker, practically)
I get to the window and the barista, the one I refer to as Fauxhawk because I don't know his name yet, was all excited. "I bet all the others that if I said that all day somebody would reply and they all said no one would! I win!" Actually, I won, because once again, free drink.
So then I'm driving home. I pull up to a stoplight. Right ahead of me is guy in black Camry. Ahead of HIM is guy in gray Nissan. I see Nissan Guy get out of his car while the light's red. I assume he has to shut his trunk or something, like happens. But no, he marches up to Camry Guy's window and says, very vehemently, "It would be NICE if you'd put your PHONE away and pay ATTENTION to your driving, is all I'm gonna say, I've got my family in the car, it would just be NICE." He's gesturing emphatically and I can tell by the way he's talking and gesticulating that he's basically a nice, non-confrontational guy who's just reached his breaking point for some reason and he HAS to get this out but he doesn't like it one little bit. Now, I did not see any kind of near-miss accident caused by Camry Guy's inattention but then, I wasn't really watching them. I didn't see Camry Guy's response, if there was one, because the light was going green and Nissan Guy had to rush back to his car and head off.
Still driving home. I take the back way to avoid Hell Intersection. Back Way takes me past a neighborhood park and a school. I come across a guy stopped by the side of the road. He jumps out of his car. The hell? Then I see, standing in the grass, a woman who's slumped over at the waist with her hands on her knees like she's about to pass out. She's wearing a clear plastic rain poncho which is perfectly reasonable since it's been raining on and off but the way it's bunched up around her neck and shoulders produces the odd illusion that it's a half-unwrapped store window mannequin someone left behind. The guy from the car goes over to her to see if she's okay. I drive on past. Seems like he's got it under control, I'm assuming he has a phone if she needs an ambulance.
You never know what oddities will cross your path when you go to the park to work out, is all I'm saying.
I went out to one of my favorite places to walk/jog, Glacier Ridge Metro Park, to do my Couch to 5K. I stopped off at Drug Mart first for an insulated water bottle and some hair dye, that kind of thing. All week I have been searching all over creation for a small sling-style daypack and had no luck anywhere. I finally found one at Target that was Swiss Gear, a little small for my purposes, but would do. Randomly, at Drug Mart of all places, I found the PERFECT pack, exactly what I was looking for, for $15. Sold. Now I will return the Swiss Gear one, which was like $30. Suck it, Target.
Went to the park. Muggy. In this particular park, there is a frisbee golf course. Based on my observations of the people playing (the path follows the outer edge of the course for about half a mile) the players spend about 80% of the time looking for their discs in the rough. And it is rough, man. The fairways and stuff are mowed but they're only about four feet wide, and beyond that it's knee-high natural grasses. Yikes.
So on my way home I stop off for a post-workout Starbucks at my favorite store, the one I always go to in the evenings where all the baristas know me. The baristas at this store love to play drive-thru speaker games. I've gotten free drinks there three times for playing along. Score! This is what transpired today.
Barista: Welcome to Starbucks, this is Royale with Cheese, what can I get you?
Me: Mayo on my fries?
Barista: Hahaha!
Me: Or a grande skinny vanilla latte.
Barista: Okay, I'll have that at the window. Party on, Wayne.
Me: Party on, Garth.
Barista: YESSSS!! (I can hear his fist-pump through the speaker, practically)
I get to the window and the barista, the one I refer to as Fauxhawk because I don't know his name yet, was all excited. "I bet all the others that if I said that all day somebody would reply and they all said no one would! I win!" Actually, I won, because once again, free drink.
So then I'm driving home. I pull up to a stoplight. Right ahead of me is guy in black Camry. Ahead of HIM is guy in gray Nissan. I see Nissan Guy get out of his car while the light's red. I assume he has to shut his trunk or something, like happens. But no, he marches up to Camry Guy's window and says, very vehemently, "It would be NICE if you'd put your PHONE away and pay ATTENTION to your driving, is all I'm gonna say, I've got my family in the car, it would just be NICE." He's gesturing emphatically and I can tell by the way he's talking and gesticulating that he's basically a nice, non-confrontational guy who's just reached his breaking point for some reason and he HAS to get this out but he doesn't like it one little bit. Now, I did not see any kind of near-miss accident caused by Camry Guy's inattention but then, I wasn't really watching them. I didn't see Camry Guy's response, if there was one, because the light was going green and Nissan Guy had to rush back to his car and head off.
Still driving home. I take the back way to avoid Hell Intersection. Back Way takes me past a neighborhood park and a school. I come across a guy stopped by the side of the road. He jumps out of his car. The hell? Then I see, standing in the grass, a woman who's slumped over at the waist with her hands on her knees like she's about to pass out. She's wearing a clear plastic rain poncho which is perfectly reasonable since it's been raining on and off but the way it's bunched up around her neck and shoulders produces the odd illusion that it's a half-unwrapped store window mannequin someone left behind. The guy from the car goes over to her to see if she's okay. I drive on past. Seems like he's got it under control, I'm assuming he has a phone if she needs an ambulance.
You never know what oddities will cross your path when you go to the park to work out, is all I'm saying.