Last night, eventually the guy who was manically wiping off one of his cars, got in the thing and drove off. I'm beginning to think he's someone who drives for Uber and lives out of one or both cars. I'm also thinking he's the guy who I found sleeping off what was apparently a really good drunk, in the street by the cement plant. So yeah, sleep deprives, alcoholic, and ding-y as hell. Sounds about right for an Uber driver.
By the time he buzzed off I decided to just go to bed, read a little bit of "The Third Chimpanzee" by Jared Diamond and went right to sleep.
I woke up at 9AM, which is great. It was only raining a little and pretty soon that stopped and it looked like it would be dry enough to get some packages out. I packed all the small/smallish things I could, amounting to 16 things, and headed out.
I dropped off a bag of trash in a random trash can and then stopped in at Nijiya where I got a chashu don and $40 cash back. I think they make the chashu don bowls using the chashu they have to cycle out anyway, because I swear there must have been a half pound of meat in there. So that was my big meal for the day, at around 1 or 2 PM.
Next was the post office, where I dropped off the packages and was quick about it because a $%#%^#% zombie was in there, bugging one of the workers at the counter about things not getting to its PO box for months or something. The zombie smelled, well, like it was dead. That poor worker! At least the zombie wasn't being loud or aggressive, probably because, since it was rotting as it spoke, it didn't have the energy. Peeyew!
I rode down to Walmart next and ... it was closed. The power had gone out, and while there were overhead lights on, no doubt powered by the big emergency generators set up in back, one saying SurePower and one Cat Power, I'd also seen employees throwing out tons of thawed frozen stuff like Popsicles and such things.
It's natural for me to think that if Nijiya was open, and across the street, the ukulele teacher was strumming away, and things were pretty normal, that a big outfit like Walmart would surely be up and running. But in actual fact Walmart being bigger, makes it more delicate. So no Walmart run for me.
I rode back downtown and to Whole Foods where I locked the bike up and walked over to Target. I was able to get what I was after there, including refill rolls of cellophane tape. Wow, the prices though. Every time I buy them, it's $1.50 more for a package of three. First they were $3.50, the next time they were $5, and this time they were $6.50.
It was very clear, rather cold, and the sky was beautiful. I got to see some very neat looking anvil clouds. At Whole Foods there was one of those booths for one of the scams, "Save The Children" or something but there was no sign on the booth, making it look a bit suspect. I asked the gal about it and she said they'd "run out" of signs for the booth. But they were totally legit; they had some laminated "certificates" like anyone could make in Photoshop or probably even just using Notepad. I was friendly with them of course, joking around about how cold it is today.
I went into Whole Foods for a cucumber and a bit more cash back as I'd spent almost all of the $40 I'd taken out and then as I rode off, thought I'd rather see those booth scam hustlers there than the skinny white guy with his petitions and bad attitude, or Pee Pee Lady with her psychotic episodes.
I stopped at Nijiya again for some beef and now I have $4 change to give to the lunch truck lady to whom I owe $4 tomorrow.
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