Doing My Part For America

 

I kind of want to stay in today maybe do a little more Lay back in my chair than usual in order to relieve some of the pressure on my butt. Since Annette has been gone so my rear end has not gotten the methodical attention as it had enjoyed. Melody has done a good basic job but you seem so frazzled with her life and everything are pretty much let everything else go with the hopes of Annette's return. I'm hoping she'll be by tomorrow morning sometime for housekeeping duties but maybe I'll have her sling me up and do a fast butt job. Like I was saying, I was hoping on a laid-back day but yesterday in the late afternoon I received an email from Costco indicating that my glasses were ready! That was all I needed to get back out on the road.

I wish I could say that I had in the venture with a bus driver or with a new death crossing the street event but nothing, really, out of the ordinary breached its head. One thing I thought was really interesting was that since Costco is literally right next to IHC I like to stop at the hospital cafeteria for a quick bite. Last week when I went and got my eyes examined I stopped off for lunch they took my temperature of course and I even was truthful with my answer when they asked me why was there. They took my temperature and that was that I had chicken Patty and mashed potatoes. Not so this week however. At best the reception I got was cold. A nurse ratchet individual demanded put my reason for being at the hospital and once again I was honest and said I was therefore lunch to which she replied, “unless you're a patient at this hospital you can't come in”. I should really, and I did, except that answer for what it was because certainly there are many more options for lunch. I just thought it odd that hospital is gone on that much more a lockdown mentality. I wonder if something big strapping on the inside. Look like a normal Friday afternoon when I was there. I did find a subway sandwich shop all the way down in building “I” I think. There was a “guard” at this door as well who only indicated I had to wash my hands with a couple squirts from his big bottle at the table. He missed my hands mostly but got enough on that I felt comfortable going through actions of washing my hands.

I'm still going through this weird bit of commercialism. Maybe having faux capitalism pains. I feel that by shopping at my local markets I'm helping out the national problem. Today I did my part purchasing roast beef, Costco potato chips and the smallest bottle of Absolute I could find at the liquor store just down the street. After all, I'm proud to be an American!