Four Each Day
Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Thursday, October 17, 2024
Respect Your Elders
Wednesday, October 16, 2024
What Happened?
Tuesday, October 15, 2024
WAIT
The line to get in outside the Co-op is longer than I expected for a Monday at three in the afternoon (I later realized that the federal holiday probably had something to do with it), so I queued up and waited my turn.
When I finally got to the front of the line, I watched the sign reading “NEXT MEMBER” very carefully, but when it flashed for me to go in, the guy sitting at the member check in counter, visible from where I was standing on the sidewalk, put up his hand with a look of irritation, indicating I should continue to wait.
“It’s flashing,” the guy behind me said impatiently.
“Yeah, I saw, but he said wait,” I told him with a shrug, indicating the guy at the counter, and we both watched him intently until he waved me in.
Monday, October 14, 2024
Taking a Bath With Murder
Saturday, October 12, 2024
Timing
What’s That Make Us?
After 20 years of living literally around the corner from it (16 years for me), Katie and I finally joined the Food Co-op, and today was our first day shopping there.
Honestly, it was kinda weird. The prices were cheap, and the produce was excellent, but nobody seemed particularly happy to be there, and a lot of people seemed downright UNhappy.
Later, when we sat talking about it, Katie said, “People who join hippy communes tend to be neurotic.”