Yesterday I told, very briefly, that BellyRub was refusing to perform like a trained monkey. He actually refused to perform like any kind of monkey. Nevertheless, monkeyshines shone on us and we got up to the best kind of no good.
Today, however, I got up to the old kind of no good. The kind of no good that makes Dotty who she is.
Oh yes.
I talked to people I don't know.
I went out today to buy some new shoes, but the shoe store I wanted to go to was closed. So I went to Target instead. I was wandering around thinking about dinner and I got to the shoe department. I am generally disappointed in the Target selection. I was not disappointed in my ability to find disappointment.
A woman was trying on sandals. White sandals. And she was looking at her feet. They didn't fit her. I think she had kind of fat feet and then the sandals were a half size too small. And they were white.
So, I felt as if I needed to change the world.
Dotty: Are you looking for shoes for a particular outfit?
Lady: No, just shoes.
D: You know, light brown shoes are more versatile and it's harder to see if they're worn. With the white, all the marks show right up.
L: Well, you know, I'm having a hard time finding shoes that even fit!
D: Oh! [This is where I start to feel ashamed of myself for babbling at this woman] Then you don't need me talking to you like this! Good luck.
L: Thanks.
I wanted to stop talking very soon into our conversation. She had other white sandals she'd been trying on. She had her daughter in a shopping cart and the daughter wouldn't be quiet. She had a mustache.
I limited the rest of my talking that day. I asked where the lightbulbs were and told her I knew where hardware was. I asked where a specific product was, the woman showed me where it ought to be, but none of the varieties suited me so I made some bizarre remark about how I'm particular about my hair. The cashier was nice. She smiled when the credit card thing kept asking me question after question.
I was still thinking about dinner. So I went to the grocery store. I've started going to Tops. It stinks. It seems like it isn't stocked very well. A quarter of the bread aisle was empty (again) and produce was better than last time, but still slim pickins. I went to buy some variety of seasoning and salt (which was stocked with spicy goodness) and there was a woman standing right in front of what I wanted. She was reading every bottle. I nipped in here and there to grab a bottle of seasoning and read it.
Not every bottle, mind you. Don't get that idea.
Dotty says, "It looks like we're looking for the same thing!"
She looked back at me with a kind of relief and said, "Yes, I'm making macaroni salad. What else goes into it?"
I don't like macaroni salad. I don't like mayonnaise. I ate tuna fish sandwiches when I was a kid. But I don't like mayonnaise now. Weird. But! PTAMom has made those summery salads and she puts in dill and celery salt, I do believe. I told MissMacSalad and then she bought the all purpose seasoning.
Sometimes it makes me laugh when people ask for an opinion and then completely disregard it. Sometimes it annoys the hell out of me. Today I'm on the fence. A bit annoyed, a bit amused. It doesn't matter though. She has to eat mayonnaise, seasoned or not. Gross.
Posted by dotty at July 4, 2005 11:36 PM