On Saturday I had to
do laundry again! Honestly, I think we should all boycott clothes washing until
they come up with a way of making garments and linen dirt-proof. That’d teach
them! Who’s with me? If that works we can do the same thing with another
annoying, time wasting activity: the taking of showers or baths alone.
While my clothes were in the washer
I went next door to the Salvation Army. I never find anything I need there.
Pants that are wide enough for me are never long enough. I also don’t want
curtains that are coloured on one side and white on the other.
While my clothes were in the dryer I
went to the supermarket to buy cat food. Between two checkout lines of equal
length I chose the one with the cashier that I’ve known ever since I was
running the Orgasmic Alphabet Orgy back in the mid-90s. She used to work in the
Country Style donut shop that was at the time across from the Gladstone. She
had that job, plus working as a cashier at Price Chopper and she was always
friendly and ready to chat. She was around during the whole time that my
daughter was growing up. This was the first time though that I’d seen her for a
few years and though she keeps her hair brown, she’s starting to look very old.
She was making a lot of mistakes on the checkout computer even before she got
to me. Again, just like old times, she was very friendly and it was good to see
her, but she screwed up like crazy while checking out my items, as the line-up
behind me got longer and longer. She pushed the wrong button at least twice. I
only had a large back of cat food, a can of comet and a bag of grapes. I was
price matching the grapes with the cheaper price being offered by No Frills.
She did okay on the price match, but my total turned out to be a little high.
$43.00 for cat food, grapes and Comet? I looked at the screen and asked, “Did
you charge me twice for the cat food?” She checked and said, “Oh! I did, didn’t
I?” Then she had to get one of the younger girls, more experienced with the
modern system, to help her correct the mistake. Then she had to get the “swipe”
from somebody to erase another mistake so I could pay the $23.00 that I
actually owed. I think I was in the
line for twenty minutes. If her fumbling didn’t seem so sad it would have been
funny and if I didn’t know her I might have been annoyed. I was late picking up
my dry clothing, but luckily it wasn’t a busy day at the Laundromat, or else my
clothes might have been removed by the asshole attendant that works there on
Saturdays.
I started re-reading Jacques
Derrida’s “The Ends of Man” in preparation for my exam in two and a half weeks.
I’ve got to also read the Emmanuel Levinas texts as well and formulate two
essays to write on April 26th.
I cooked the turkey with black bean
and salsa sausages that I got from the food bank and ate one of them with a
Kaiser bun and mustard.
I watched the fourth and fifth
episodes of I Love Lucy. Lucy goes on a diet so she can fit into a costume to
perform with Ricky. She manages to starve herself to the right size then ties
up the younger dancer and stuffs her into a closet. The song she performs with
Ricky is “Cuba Pete” which I was sure I’d heard before but couldn’t remember
where. When I looked it up though I saw it was the song Jim Carrey did in The
Mask. It’s funny, but Ricky and Lucy are better. Then Lucy, who’s been reading
a murder mystery lets her imagination run away with her and thinks that Ricky
is trying to kill her. I noticed that Lucy and Ricky were in the same bed in this
episode. I guess maybe it was allowed because they were really married as
opposed to Mary Tyler Moore and Dick Van Dyke.
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