Most likely one of the more bizarre things I'll ever see
So, artorius and I hit Fry's tonight after going to see National Treasure (quite the suspension of disbelief needed there) to do a little grocery shopping.
We make our way through the first part of the store, and I run in to the restrooms. I come out a couple of minutes later, and he's standing with our cart with a shocked look on his face.
"Oh, you got the eggs," I commented.
He throws me a furtive look and speaks in an urgent whisper...
"Oh My God! There is a 60 year old man shopping and he's dressed in a frilly pink baby dress and is sucking on a pacifier!"
My eyes narrowed, and then I laughed.
"Oh you are so full of shit!"
"No seriously! He's just down there!"
"No way!!"
"I'm serious!"
So we continue towards the milk and yogurt area, and, as we pass an aisle, sure as shit, there he is! artorius forgot to mention the white tights.
"Um, maybe he lost a bet?"
"He was sucking on a pacifier!
He then went on to explain that the man probably had no social skills whatsoever - some type of fetish/exhibitionist type of behaviour. He also warned that the guy would most likely say inappropriate things and try to touch us if we walked by...
"Aw, are you afraid of the itty bitty baby?"
"I'm serious!"
We actually found ourselves hesitantly peeking down each aisle, afraid we'd actually run into the guy. I had my camera, but that would have been too obvious, not to mention rude.
At checkout we had a nice chat with one of the employees, who actually told us that the guy is a regular! Security once escorted him away for being too much of a distraction (no kidding, really?). However, when he'd check out he seemed quite intelligent. This baby thing is just his, er, thing.
She also said his girlfriend sometimes came with him dressed as I Dream of Jeannie.
I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried...
But on to other things.... tonight is the eve of the half marathon, and I find myself oddly calm. My mom and I went to the expo today to get our race numbers and freebies (tshirts and coupons). We hit the thrift store to buy some lightweight jackets (I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow - it was perfect today, cool and overcast). I figure I'll just go and do my best and if I finish, terrific, if not, no big. My mom's all freaked because her inlaws will be there...
"Oh Tara, I have to finish tomorrow. The Last Names will be there!"
"So what? Screw the Last Names! We're doing this for us, not them. Who cares what they think?"
A bit judgmental, the Last Names... like my poor mom needs to be worrying about them!
At the Am. Diabetes booth I got us both 'Cure Diabetes' bracelets to wear tomorrow. I told her if we were going to donate money to a cause ('cause $10 each for something that's essentially a pimped up rubberband with words) then it should be something that actually impacts us significantly (she's diabetic, I'm pre-diabetic... ah, another ailment to add to my list).
But honestly, I think the cause of today's mild euphoria is That Damned Manual. I finished it last night. I burned discs and spoke with my former boss.
"So, we'll print these copies out for the trainers and they'll make the revisions. So, for the next step, I'll talk to you next week so I can find out what your intentions are and if you want to..."
I cut her off.
"Nope, I'm done. That's it for me. I'm sorry Former Boss, but any project that makes me cry just isn't worth it."
And so I took discs and papers and drove them over as soon as I was done. I delivered everything to them (but I forgot one notebook, I can take that when I get my check). I even burned backup discs tonight, because as soon as I deliver those to them, I'm deleting everything ever remotely related to that place off my hard drive. I never, ever, want to do another thing for them again.
There was a reason I quit 5 years ago and it was stupid of me to not make it a clean break. They're not terrible people, don't get me wrong, but the work, this work, just made me miserable.
So now I feel as if a weight's been lifted. I feel like I have my life back again and I can breathe.
So bring on the half marathon! At this moment all is right with my world and I refuse to be bothered with any trivial worries!
*does Snoopy dance, then goes to find a sports bra*
Biggest worry right now, rain... well, rain and what to wear. And those... those I can deal with...
*big grin*
We make our way through the first part of the store, and I run in to the restrooms. I come out a couple of minutes later, and he's standing with our cart with a shocked look on his face.
"Oh, you got the eggs," I commented.
He throws me a furtive look and speaks in an urgent whisper...
"Oh My God! There is a 60 year old man shopping and he's dressed in a frilly pink baby dress and is sucking on a pacifier!"
My eyes narrowed, and then I laughed.
"Oh you are so full of shit!"
"No seriously! He's just down there!"
"No way!!"
"I'm serious!"
So we continue towards the milk and yogurt area, and, as we pass an aisle, sure as shit, there he is! artorius forgot to mention the white tights.
"Um, maybe he lost a bet?"
"He was sucking on a pacifier!
He then went on to explain that the man probably had no social skills whatsoever - some type of fetish/exhibitionist type of behaviour. He also warned that the guy would most likely say inappropriate things and try to touch us if we walked by...
"Aw, are you afraid of the itty bitty baby?"
"I'm serious!"
We actually found ourselves hesitantly peeking down each aisle, afraid we'd actually run into the guy. I had my camera, but that would have been too obvious, not to mention rude.
At checkout we had a nice chat with one of the employees, who actually told us that the guy is a regular! Security once escorted him away for being too much of a distraction (no kidding, really?). However, when he'd check out he seemed quite intelligent. This baby thing is just his, er, thing.
She also said his girlfriend sometimes came with him dressed as I Dream of Jeannie.
I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried...
But on to other things.... tonight is the eve of the half marathon, and I find myself oddly calm. My mom and I went to the expo today to get our race numbers and freebies (tshirts and coupons). We hit the thrift store to buy some lightweight jackets (I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow - it was perfect today, cool and overcast). I figure I'll just go and do my best and if I finish, terrific, if not, no big. My mom's all freaked because her inlaws will be there...
"Oh Tara, I have to finish tomorrow. The Last Names will be there!"
"So what? Screw the Last Names! We're doing this for us, not them. Who cares what they think?"
A bit judgmental, the Last Names... like my poor mom needs to be worrying about them!
At the Am. Diabetes booth I got us both 'Cure Diabetes' bracelets to wear tomorrow. I told her if we were going to donate money to a cause ('cause $10 each for something that's essentially a pimped up rubberband with words) then it should be something that actually impacts us significantly (she's diabetic, I'm pre-diabetic... ah, another ailment to add to my list).
But honestly, I think the cause of today's mild euphoria is That Damned Manual. I finished it last night. I burned discs and spoke with my former boss.
"So, we'll print these copies out for the trainers and they'll make the revisions. So, for the next step, I'll talk to you next week so I can find out what your intentions are and if you want to..."
I cut her off.
"Nope, I'm done. That's it for me. I'm sorry Former Boss, but any project that makes me cry just isn't worth it."
And so I took discs and papers and drove them over as soon as I was done. I delivered everything to them (but I forgot one notebook, I can take that when I get my check). I even burned backup discs tonight, because as soon as I deliver those to them, I'm deleting everything ever remotely related to that place off my hard drive. I never, ever, want to do another thing for them again.
There was a reason I quit 5 years ago and it was stupid of me to not make it a clean break. They're not terrible people, don't get me wrong, but the work, this work, just made me miserable.
So now I feel as if a weight's been lifted. I feel like I have my life back again and I can breathe.
So bring on the half marathon! At this moment all is right with my world and I refuse to be bothered with any trivial worries!
*does Snoopy dance, then goes to find a sports bra*
Biggest worry right now, rain... well, rain and what to wear. And those... those I can deal with...
*big grin*