A Traveler and his Cat exploring America.

Friday, July 10, 2020

The Sweat pants

I went to the Bi-Mart store again, the mini Walmart-like store.  I was checking on their supplies of WD-40.  Nope.  But I walked down the clothing aisle to leave the store and saw sweat pants.  Well I could use a new pair for my old ones were threadbare plus I burned a hole in the butt when I backed up to the stove one morning.  Polyester melts you know.  So I figured I'd get a new pair for the chilly mornings.  Back home, guess who claimed them straight away.  Thanks Dad.

Oh, and I chose check-out lane number one again so I could sit on the wood stools in the shoe section while waiting in line.  The same friendly check-out lady was there.  That must be her station.  Seniority I assume.  This day she wasn't wearing her face shield, but a cloth mask instead.  I had to ask.  She said it gets so scratched up and dirty it is hard use and she hadn't cleaned it yet.  I reminded her about the day I couldn't understand what she was saying and the cloth mask was much better.  She says "I know, but I get people telling me they can't understand me with the mask either.  Ya just can't please them all.  Be safe on your motorcycle."


John "By Stargoose And Hanglands" said...

Yes, be safe sitting on your motorcycle and try not to sit on the stove!

Agnieszka Mikołajczyk said...