Back in the World

Sunday Bread

Just back from the market , I m deep into Sunday activities now. I often do the family shopping. Dianne is chained to the pc-desktop doing home work. I find the best way to keep out of her hair is to do the grocery shopping. This makes me look good plus I have total control of what he have for meals and I can spend some money and have some interaction with civilization. It is on these forays into the community I get the sensation the world is slow turning—actually pretty damn fast-- into the new week. The weekend slowness I feel on Saturday shopping is replaced with with a slight urgency that the new week is coming and I had better be getting ready. So there I am in line at the check out. I have all my stuff in the cute little lap basket,heaped with stuff—I know the price will be under thirty dollars. It seems it's always under thirty dollars. Some law of physics at work: eggs, one loaf of bread (wheat), milk(one gallon) someday s a roast or chicken or some other meat product( usually from the “meat throwaway”, fruit usually bananas, bag of apples and or oranges and grapefruit. I have, of late, also been purchasing a gallon of orange juice. And, that is the shopping for the week. Thirty dollars= two people seven days. Interesting. So there I am a women and I enter the check-out chute at the same time....I do the gentlemans thing(after checking cart. She actually really had less then 12 items. Three maybe four items plus one ham. I figure what the hell this will be fast. She had been playing indoor soccer dressed in her white soccer togs. She reached in her cart producing a the small ham:

Soccer chick

This did not have a price on it. If this is going to be a long big deal I don't want it. Ok? None of these had a price on them.

Check-out Chick

Oh, that's OK. I can just get Brenda to check out the price.

Soccer Chick

(Rolling her eyes at me, blowing a waybang out of her eyes” Just check the other stuff. I have to get going. I don't need the ham. Really.

(Long silence as the registers in the other lines ring up order after order—Blonde bang is blow up again. Thirty seconds seem like eternity waiting in line. Brenda radios in)

Was that turkey ham or just ham?

(Puffer lets out another jet of breath. I am fascanated by the hair which pops up again. I figure I had better do something TO DEFUSE the moment before the soccer chick explodes)

Me

Was it cold out there playing soccer?

Soccer Chick

Oh, I play indoor. We had two games this morning. There isanother this afternoon but I am not going...

Checkout Chick

Theres Brenda. That'll be $6.00. (Stuffing the ham into the white plastic bags.

Soccer Chick

Six dollars—I should get this for free for it not being labeled and having to wait.

Checkout Chick is deaf by this time. Soccer blows the hair up one more time grabs the recipe and leaves. It's always the person in front of me.

Yup its beginning to feel like Monday.