Started out to IGA to buy a few bits this morning, mainly for something to do. After I went down the stairs to the garage, I realised I’d left my car keys upstairs (why don’t I just leave them downstairs when I get home?) so, back up and down the stairs. Then, forgot my shopping bag. So, up and down the stairs again. Maybe I’m getting dementia. The upside, however, is that I’m fitter than I’ve ever been.
Then, at IGA, the fourteen-year-old check-out chick, April, was sporting a badge indicating an award for efficiency. She was as slow as a wet week. Also, from the look on her face, she seemed to be rather judgemental about my purchases. And it’s not like I was buying cigarettes or full cream milk or caged-chook eggs. Anyway, must get a different cashier next time. Why am I so pathetic? Even a fourteen-year-old with a disapproving look on her face stresses me out.