Ah, your fancy ways will do you in someday...

We were at the whole-foods grocery store, the one that men call The Merc. We had collected things for our purchase, and were being rung up. The cashier asked a question:

"Do you have a bag preference?"

shrijani's eyes widened. Her nostrils flared. "What?!" she asked.

Using the heightened senses given me by my nanotechnology, I clocked the cashier and my wife, and determined that something must be done.

I burst out laughing. Hard laughter. Fell away from the counter.

Eventually shrijani surmised that there had been a misunderstanding, and the cashier joined her in laughter. After a moment, she asked again if we cared for paper, plastic?

Asking if we had a bag preference. shrijani thought she had said something about a bad reference--like the credit card had been declined or something. The look on shrijani's face was quite funny, especially when you saw how quickly the cashier went quiet and nervous--I honestly expected the young lady to back over the other edge of the adjacent register.

And then there was the bush we murdered at the bank.

But that's a tale for another day.

Progress Report

Should have liked to have scrubbed the shower, but otherwise I'm fairly satisfied with the progress I made on my days off.

After shrijani showed me how, I got some jump rings sawn, somewhere in the neighborhood of 70. Got the living room in some sort of order. Snuck off and bought a mini-tree, even though shrijani said we weren't having one this year. Just didn't seem right to me. Now to get some presents under there!

Boss called me yesterday morning around this time and told me that they really needed some people, and said that OT was open all week, so I'll be going in at least a couple of hours early every day--which will cut into my time online and all that, but it makes the check swell with glee. They're doing shift bids next week. Right before fucking Christmas. Which really sucks, because with the schedule I have right now I would have had Christmas Eve and Christmas off. After consideration, I have determined that I would much rather spend my first Christmas together with my wife.

Okay--gotta bail. Ya'll have fun now, y'hear?