This Is This

They keep moving the stuff around in my supermarket. I mean really moving it around. Where once there was bread, there are now pizzas. Later, that space will be condiments, then possibly easter eggs. I know they want to keep me moving around to keep things interesting, but it’s not as if this is a lifetime relationship. Even if it were, a little change is good, but not too much. If Wife said to me, “Honey, did you know I can play the bass clarinet?” I’m not sure delight would be my first reaction. I might feel uneasy. I might start wondering if she was a Shaolin monk jujitsu expert or something.

So when my supermarket says, “Oh yeah, you know that French bread you like? It’s over there now - fancy 12 kinds of bratwurst?” No. Imagine if your satellite TV channel started moving things around to get you to watch other channels.

But I’m in my thirties (barely, right?) so I’d rather play the system than fight it. So here’s what I’m thinking: I start an experiment to make my life more interesting by limiting my shopping to three aisles, picked at random but I stick to them for a month and try to live off what thatever they sell over a month. This could be tricky because I’m a vegetarian and I could find I have to live on mustard and greeting cards for a week. But you never know, next week it could be the deli counter and cheeses.

Again with the supermarket thing. I don’t know.

Iain suggested as a prequel “The Sparklers of the Vanities” he rocks and he proves it here.

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I saw a car this morning with the license plate P7OET. It was a pretty nice car, too - a four door sport thing. Poets don’t have that kind of disposable income, do they?
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