Rock Lobster
I had a busy weekend filled with plenty of events. I did my usual shows down at the theater, and had an old friend come up from New York City for the Friday show. I didn’t feel like I had much of a weekend to be honest. I went from show to show and not much in between.
I did manage to get my taxes done on Sunday, the super bowl was pretty lame this year and I had no interest in it. Can somebody explain why coverage has to begin at 7 am local time when the game doesn’t kick until somewhere around 6:30 pm? Do I need that much hype and analysis? How many bags of pretzels and popcorn can I gorge myself with by then and still be ok to watch?
I wonder what the supermarkets look like on a Sunday around 1 pm? I think that day may be the only time you see a bunch of men perusing the different aisles of a grocery store. Some men that really wanted to take it to the next level might have even gotten a shopping cart (mini or even the big beast with wheels). I always end up having to go back to the front of the store and grab one, my hands becoming too full to continue the safari.
Some men like to complain about the grocery store. I find once I have passed through the swooshing electric door, I have a need to scope out every aisle for steals and deals. Maybe I need some pistachios, or how about some peppers? I then make the rounds of all the specialty areas like poultry and seafood. I hate seafood, but I need to see if there is anything interesting going on. Maybe the lobsters are mounting some form of revolt in their aquarium of impending doom and have climbed out to take names.
When I finally get to the front, an old person has always made the mistake of venturing into this century and done the unthinkable, they go into self-checkout. They proceed to have 399 pieces of fruit and veggies, which is followed by a “where’s Waldo action adventure game” of “ guess the funny veggie” on the touch screen. Coupons, bewildered looks, and the red light from hell follow. A clerk is called for to assess the damage. The bananas I had in the basket have rotted and I have to put them back. Ah the grocery store, a true patience and fun experience. Honey, are you going to the store?