On Inglewood, north
of St Clair, a couple of teenage boys were playing catch. Then later, when I
turned into an alley near Bayview and Fleming Crescent, a couple of middle-aged
men were playing catch. In the same laneway a small garage had a sign saying,
“Grumpy’s Garage”. I rode along Field Avenue past the lower middle class homes
until McRae, then I went back to Bayview and took my usual route to Yonge.
I stopped at
Jesters at Yonge and St Clair. I didn’t have to pee that bad but I figured I
might as well. It was a relief to slick my hair back with cold water before
continuing home.
I stopped at
Freshco to buy fruit, a chicken, a pack of sliced hot salami and some yogourt.
A little boy in the fruit section enthusiastically pointed to some green globe
grapes, but his mother, in a Latin American accent said to him that the grapes
were from Mexico and “We don’t buy grapes from Mexico.” In the line-up there
was a pretty young woman trying to manoeuvre her shopping cart into the
cashier’s lane by pulling it from the front but the back was too far to the
left. I lifted it over for her. She thanked me but didn’t put down the bar for
me to divide our groceries.
I always think that
those bars would have provided a great opportunity for a skit on “Curb Your
Enthusiasm”. Something like, “I put the bar down for you and you didn’t thank
me!” “But the bar keeps you from having to pay for my groceries!” “It’s common
courtesy to acknowledge someone when they put the bar down for you!” and so on.
There was a short,
large, well-dressed middle-aged woman at the end of the belt packing her
groceries and she was taking forever. Several people had paid for their
groceries and gone while she was still there. When I got beside her I could see
that she was meticulously selecting each item to find the perfect place to fit
it into her bag. She was also talking to herself a bit.
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