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I've decided to make a post while I sit here and eat this still hot, but delicious bowl of ravioli.
I was called into work today at 2, and as soon as I got there I was getting hassled about my shoes. They have a white stripe around the base and their suppose to be all black. I was given the ultimatum of putting a black stripe of tape around them or buying new all black shoes. With my upcoming camping trip and video game expenses I certainly can't afford the latter, so I'll have to go with the tape. The all black shoes is a stupid requirement but I don't mind. I do mind being hastled about it though. 'Apparently' they've been on my case for a while about it, but I've had my shoes since September and this was the first time anyone mentioned a problem. I assumed she must've been yelling at someone else with non-all black shoes since there's a lot of us and just thought she told me before. That assumption was later confirmed when she called me Adam. I guess all us parcel-pickup boys look the same.
So my day was pretty standard. There was one thing out of the ordinary though. I was making my regular cart run though the parking lot when I noticed a women yelling at passer-byers "I'm homeless and I need some change!". She began randomly approaching customers who were packing groceries into their trunks and asking them for money. A part of me felt sorry for her. But a larger part of me was curious and intrigued by her spectacle. I'd never seen pan-handling in the sub-urbs before. I kept wondering why she was here and not downtown with the bulk of the homeless population. Then I thought back to a show I recently saw on TLC about red-back black-widow spiders and how, while native to Australia, they travel to North America and Europe buy ship. Had this women traveled to Sackville by ship? Or more practically some kind of automobile? Then I thought, why don't more people come to the sub-urbs to pan-handle? The atmosphere's cleaner, there's more parks. The people are probably nicer. But judging from the reactions of the people she was asking, it was clear that sub-urban folk just weren't prepared for the presence of bums. I wish I could've seen how the spectacle ended and if she got any money, but unfortunately I had to go back to work. Oh well. I commend her for her efforts as a pioneer in sub-urban pan-handling and am mildly inspired to make a documentary on the homeless, which I almost certainly will never do.
I watched Episode II today. And Episode I yesterday. Now I'm completely prepared for Episode III. It just occurred to me that I haven't comented on the new Family Guy season. Judging from the first episode it's has just as much charm and hillarity as ever. And that All American Dad show's alright too.
Well I should probably go make some lesson plans and eat some more of my new flax seed whole grain bread purchased after watching a delighful and educating Oprah Episode on healthy food.
-Matt
I was called into work today at 2, and as soon as I got there I was getting hassled about my shoes. They have a white stripe around the base and their suppose to be all black. I was given the ultimatum of putting a black stripe of tape around them or buying new all black shoes. With my upcoming camping trip and video game expenses I certainly can't afford the latter, so I'll have to go with the tape. The all black shoes is a stupid requirement but I don't mind. I do mind being hastled about it though. 'Apparently' they've been on my case for a while about it, but I've had my shoes since September and this was the first time anyone mentioned a problem. I assumed she must've been yelling at someone else with non-all black shoes since there's a lot of us and just thought she told me before. That assumption was later confirmed when she called me Adam. I guess all us parcel-pickup boys look the same.
So my day was pretty standard. There was one thing out of the ordinary though. I was making my regular cart run though the parking lot when I noticed a women yelling at passer-byers "I'm homeless and I need some change!". She began randomly approaching customers who were packing groceries into their trunks and asking them for money. A part of me felt sorry for her. But a larger part of me was curious and intrigued by her spectacle. I'd never seen pan-handling in the sub-urbs before. I kept wondering why she was here and not downtown with the bulk of the homeless population. Then I thought back to a show I recently saw on TLC about red-back black-widow spiders and how, while native to Australia, they travel to North America and Europe buy ship. Had this women traveled to Sackville by ship? Or more practically some kind of automobile? Then I thought, why don't more people come to the sub-urbs to pan-handle? The atmosphere's cleaner, there's more parks. The people are probably nicer. But judging from the reactions of the people she was asking, it was clear that sub-urban folk just weren't prepared for the presence of bums. I wish I could've seen how the spectacle ended and if she got any money, but unfortunately I had to go back to work. Oh well. I commend her for her efforts as a pioneer in sub-urban pan-handling and am mildly inspired to make a documentary on the homeless, which I almost certainly will never do.
I watched Episode II today. And Episode I yesterday. Now I'm completely prepared for Episode III. It just occurred to me that I haven't comented on the new Family Guy season. Judging from the first episode it's has just as much charm and hillarity as ever. And that All American Dad show's alright too.
Well I should probably go make some lesson plans and eat some more of my new flax seed whole grain bread purchased after watching a delighful and educating Oprah Episode on healthy food.
-Matt