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had a swell day today. dad picked me up just before one o'clock and gave me $220 toward rent, bless his heart. we went then to a polish deli for to get some sandwiches. i'd never been there-- the place was replete with polish everything (imagine that!). there were two glass cases, overfull with pork and turkey and cheeses, and a *whole wall* of imported sweets (the cookies looked particularly delectable).
dad was ordering my food (from a gin-yoo-ine polska kobieta) when i turned to examine a chocolates display. and there, on the top shelf... ! my arm shot out... i pointed upward and exclaimed, "that's pola negri". an employee restocking the shelf next to me looked impressed. "yes!" she confirmed. dad joined me and inquired as to the price of the candies ($16). after being assured that the box's contents were indeed fresh and straight from poland (dad has a soft spot for said country as his grandfather was born there) he bought 'er for me ! yay ! though the "painting" is printed on a separate piece of cardboard, i'm choosing not to open the shrink wrap to get at it and at the goodies (though i may soon reverse that decision !)
after lunch i dropped off a resume and then drove about with dad while he searched for an address. he dropped me off at "the goodwill" for a few minutes, where i purchased a lovely polka-dotted dress for $6. it gets a little boring after this... i spent almost an hour and a half in the van, listening to his elvis CDs, while dad visited two wholesale companies with which he deals. after hearing "a big hunk o' love" for the eighth time, and on the way to pick up jay for supper, i dropped off another resume-- this time at a photo lab. i want to work there !
the three of us ate KFC in the food court at kingsway. while the menfolk were up ordering, i witnessed a boy (i'd say he was about ten years old) unscrew all the creamer lids at the "cookies by george" counter and either sniff or spit into the vessels. i couldn't be certain... i didn't see any globs of saliva leave his mouth, but then i was a few metres away. and yes, i did inform the counter attendant... she seemed to know exactly who i was describing. a serial cream defiler ? and at such a tender age. tsk tsk.
dad was ordering my food (from a gin-yoo-ine polska kobieta) when i turned to examine a chocolates display. and there, on the top shelf... ! my arm shot out... i pointed upward and exclaimed, "that's pola negri". an employee restocking the shelf next to me looked impressed. "yes!" she confirmed. dad joined me and inquired as to the price of the candies ($16). after being assured that the box's contents were indeed fresh and straight from poland (dad has a soft spot for said country as his grandfather was born there) he bought 'er for me ! yay ! though the "painting" is printed on a separate piece of cardboard, i'm choosing not to open the shrink wrap to get at it and at the goodies (though i may soon reverse that decision !)
after lunch i dropped off a resume and then drove about with dad while he searched for an address. he dropped me off at "the goodwill" for a few minutes, where i purchased a lovely polka-dotted dress for $6. it gets a little boring after this... i spent almost an hour and a half in the van, listening to his elvis CDs, while dad visited two wholesale companies with which he deals. after hearing "a big hunk o' love" for the eighth time, and on the way to pick up jay for supper, i dropped off another resume-- this time at a photo lab. i want to work there !
the three of us ate KFC in the food court at kingsway. while the menfolk were up ordering, i witnessed a boy (i'd say he was about ten years old) unscrew all the creamer lids at the "cookies by george" counter and either sniff or spit into the vessels. i couldn't be certain... i didn't see any globs of saliva leave his mouth, but then i was a few metres away. and yes, i did inform the counter attendant... she seemed to know exactly who i was describing. a serial cream defiler ? and at such a tender age. tsk tsk.