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Thursday, October 20, 2005

 

The Crazy Hour


10-11 pm is the Crazy Hour at Pavilions. It's right before they close, and no one in their right mind would go shopping at that hour.

That's when I go shopping, see, so I know.

Once I saw a scruffy vagrant guy there who was pretty amused with himself. He only had a 40 oz. of beer to buy, and so he stood at the end of the checkout line, waving everyone else to go in front of him. "It's not like I'm in a rush or anything", he kept saying, with knowing winks. We all tee-heed and stared at our toes. I thought, 'Geez, this is when the crazies come out'. Then I looked at what I was buying: two romance novels, two gallons of ice cream (on sale!), ice-cream bars, a slice of cake, a bag of chocolates, and two leaves of lettuce. And those were for Tink. Hmm.
Definitely when the crazies come out...

Yeah, the check-out people don't like those bags with one or two lettuce leaves in them, because they don't register on the scale, so then they don't know how to charge you. But what can you do? It's hard owning such a tiny hamster...if I bought a whole head of lettuce, all but two leaves of it would rot!

Now....at Ralph's, tonight, at 11 pm, it
wasn't the Crazy Hour. I think it's because Ralph's is open 24 hours. Maybe their crazy hour is like at 2 or 3 am. I don't know. But I don't like it, I tell you! Because I don't fit in... It seems like 10-11 pm is like the Hip Hour at Ralph's. Everyone in line was young-ish like me, but unlike me, they seemed to be shopping responsibly. The cutesy couple behind me may have just gotten back from the gym; they were buying water and watermelon. The guy in front of me had two loaves of bread. I had four boxes of cake mix (on sale!), chocolate icing, a box of Halloween cookies, 3 lbs of dried milk (on sale!), a bag with 10 broccoli florets, and another with 10 cauliflower florets. The last two were for Tink.

Stupid Ralph's with their Hip Hour....

Anyhow, off to feed Tink. Have I mentioned that she's diabetic? I'm the one who should be diabetic....

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