tmo

So, Neighbor S gave me his #. He knows I am moving to Farmington here abouts soon. And I def want to keep up with him, and him with me. I put his # in my phone, and added my # to his Jitterbug phone. Plain easy, that phone is. Nice.

Before I was at Schnucks, and during self checkout, a man scanned his goods and responded to nearly every auto-voice spoke to him by the machine, even saying “oops forgot this one” with some honest conviction while fetching a gallon of milk from the bottom of the cart. Whistling, humming, having the time of his life as he bought stuff.

He was mid-30's, not an elderly weirdo. So, mild annoyance crept over me, which I consolidated by protruding energy as to say “look this way, and you'll get a side-eye”. I'm a jerk.

No calls came this way from my caseworker. Or the Farmington housing manager. Or returned e-mail from the local housing manager. I'm Persona Non Grata today, I suppose.

Sun is out. Warm. As it is.

later