The Story of Three Checkout Stands

I'll start at the end:  I didn't buy the copy of the Globe with Evil Camilla (trying to take over the throne while Kate, William and child were 10,000 miles away), Doris Day  (breaking down  on her 90th birthday; more cynical people than me would suggest that someone had finally robbed her of her virginity), and Debbie Reynolds (as an advice columnis).  I was able to overcome my sense of shame, but then I saw the price--more than $5.00, so I just took a picture and left it on the rack. In smaller print was the revelation that the missing Malaysian airplane was going to be used as a bomb for a US Navy base.  They had a map to prove it.

That was the third checkout stand.

The second checkout stand was at Big 5, where I went after I checked for my left-behind gloves in the Y's Lost and Found.  The ones I found at the Y had a cross on them, and I didn't think mine did.  But when I got to Big 5, I saw that they did, so I told the person at the check out stand and went back to the Y to claim the others as mine.

Tcabbage-grapefruit one from the Slanted Door, where he told me he'd eaten a couple of time.  He asked me if I wanted to try for the raffle, so I put down the recipes and put my name and phone number on the raffle ticket.  Then I left, but in the parking lot the nice woman behind me came running after me to say that I'd left behind the papers, and the cashier wouldn't let her take them to me.  I thought that was so sweet of her to run after me, and I thought it was sweet of him for being so protective of my recipes--unless he wanted to keep them for himself.  (Tina, you are more evil than Camilla!)

Once home with the claimed gloves, I noticed another pair in the back seat of my car!  They have the cross, but they really are mine, so I guess they others aren't.  Stop thief!

I bought flowers because I put the last two bouquets Javier brought me in the compost bin on Wednesday night, and all I have now over the "Cherish the Moment" plate that Tomi gave me (before the poison pen letter) is the prone (no longer elated-inflated) "Te Amo" balloon Javier brought me on Valentine's Day.  It declares its love lying down.  I suggested that Javier BART in and meet me at the Embarcadero tomorrow, so he won't be bringing flowers.

I didn't get the dry erase markers because I remembered that two Office Depots--the one at Serramonte and the one on Geary--have closed.  I'll get one from Duplicating/Supplies on Monday.  In the meantime I'll try to find a place close to home where they sell them.

And now I'm going to write up the highlights of my students' reports on their group's interviews on "the green thing."