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First snowfall, winter 2008, Brooklyn (taken from our living room window)
A few tidbits before I head off for the holidays:
1. From the "WTF?" department:
I absolutely despise plastic shopping bags. So, I always carry a small canvas or nylon bag in my purse, for those days when I stop on my way home to pick up a few things at the grocery or drug store. The dance goes like this: I put my purchases on the counter and announce to the cashier, "I brought my own bag." I place my bag on the counter, pay my money, get my receipt and...wait. The cashier does nothing. I wait. My purchases sit on the counter. The cashier looks at me impatiently. Where in the shopper's rulebook does it say that bringing your own bag means you are no longer entitled to having the cashier place your purchases in your transport device of choice? I can't tell you how many times I've been stunned to encounter a cashier who just stands there and waits for me to bag my own shit!
2. From the "Holy Shit, I'm Going Senile" department:
I eat lunch at Subway once or twice a week. They make so-so sandwiches, but on yummy bread. And they don't cost a fortune, like the majority of lunch spots around my office near Rockefeller Center. I typically order a drink with my six-inch sub, pay the cashier and proceed to the soda fountain to fill my cup with Diet Coke, my lunchtime drug of choice. That is, except for the other day, when I walked out of the restaurant and halfway down the block, empty drink cup in hand. Sigh.
3. Another from the "Early-onset Senility" department:
The other day, when attempting to brew the morning's pot of coffee with sleep not yet rubbed from my eyes, I took the coffee filters from the cabinet, placed one in the receptacle, took the can of coffee from the fridge (where we keep it for freshness), added that to the filter, then proceeded to place the coffee filters in the fridge. Yes! Nice, chilled coffee filters! Just what everyone wants on frigid winter mornings!
4. And (sigh...) another:
On yet another recent morning, I scooped some coffee into the receptacle, then filled the coffee pot with water as usual. Normally, I'd use this water to pour into the reserve and then place the empty pot on the hot plate to be filled slowly with piping hot liquid drug. But, on this particular day, I slid the full pot of water right onto the hot plate. Luckily, nothing bad happens when you do this. You just feel (as I did) like a complete idiot when you go to pour yourself a cup of coffee 10 minutes later and find a full pot of water where your drug should be!
(Imagine my relief when Jason did the exact same thing only a week or so later. Yay! I'm not the only one losing my marbles!)
More from the "early-onset senility" files in the coming months, I'm sure. Happy new year, everyone! And safe travels for those (like me) braving the airports this week.
Posted by ayelet at December 23, 2008 01:52 PM