little old ladies are scary!
I went to the grocery this morning. As I was gazing blankly at the spices, hoping for curry powder to make itself known, this unfamiliar little old lady came up to me. "I need to find something," she says. "I'll be right back.
"Umm...okay," was my reply.
A couple minutes later she was back, with dehydrated milk and powerade. She told me, in detail, about how powerade is like Coke only better for you. Isn't it good? She asks. Do you like it? And the dehydrated milk is also apparently really nutritious, with vitamins A and D and calcium. She said she never had to go to the dentist. Little old lady, I wanted to say, you need to go to the dentist even if you do drink dehydrated milk. She then inquired about what I was looking for. Do I go to the dentist? What do I need curry powder for? Will I make it for dinner tonight? All this time she was standing about two inches away from me, with a hand on my cart. I was worried that she would a) try to make off with my cart, or b) put her groceries in my cart, which would force me to say something like, "Little old lady, I don't know you. You can't put your groceries there." I think she really thought I was someone she knew. Before she left, she smacked me on the ass with her dehydrated milk. Never did I think a day would come when I would be sexually assaulted with dehydrated milk by a little old lady.
I thought I had to work this afternoon so I went to work. Turns out me and Robin were both scheduled by accident, so Robin offered to fight me for the shift, cuz she needs more hours. I decided to try and do the physically impossible during the first week of school--talk to my advisor for a needlessly complicated scheduling conflict that none of you really want to hear about. But when I got here to school, I double checked my schedule and found that the problem had worked itself out. Huzzah! No needing to talk to advisors!
Which basically frees up my schedule for me to go home and make vegan potato salad!
"Umm...okay," was my reply.
A couple minutes later she was back, with dehydrated milk and powerade. She told me, in detail, about how powerade is like Coke only better for you. Isn't it good? She asks. Do you like it? And the dehydrated milk is also apparently really nutritious, with vitamins A and D and calcium. She said she never had to go to the dentist. Little old lady, I wanted to say, you need to go to the dentist even if you do drink dehydrated milk. She then inquired about what I was looking for. Do I go to the dentist? What do I need curry powder for? Will I make it for dinner tonight? All this time she was standing about two inches away from me, with a hand on my cart. I was worried that she would a) try to make off with my cart, or b) put her groceries in my cart, which would force me to say something like, "Little old lady, I don't know you. You can't put your groceries there." I think she really thought I was someone she knew. Before she left, she smacked me on the ass with her dehydrated milk. Never did I think a day would come when I would be sexually assaulted with dehydrated milk by a little old lady.
I thought I had to work this afternoon so I went to work. Turns out me and Robin were both scheduled by accident, so Robin offered to fight me for the shift, cuz she needs more hours. I decided to try and do the physically impossible during the first week of school--talk to my advisor for a needlessly complicated scheduling conflict that none of you really want to hear about. But when I got here to school, I double checked my schedule and found that the problem had worked itself out. Huzzah! No needing to talk to advisors!
Which basically frees up my schedule for me to go home and make vegan potato salad!