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azurelunatic) wrote2021-03-21 01:39 am
azurelunatic) wrote2021-03-21 01:39 am
100% half-done, and an eventful grocery checkout
My arm felt worse before it felt better, but as of this morning I could not detect any remaining soreness.
This morning, Belovedest got the letter from their healthcare outfit, letting them know that they were eligible for vaccination, and could they please schedule an appointment.
My general plans for the day involved replacing clock and smoke detector batteries, and marking the 10-year detectors with the approximate date of their expiration, so's we could make shopping-list preparations when that time rolls around. Those plans were ... somewhat upended, though I think most of the clocks and detectors did get done? Maybe?
So off we zoomed to get Belovedest's shot, and I practiced French in the car and poked a little list I was making. They came out shortly, with a second appointment scheduled. I put it in the calendar, then we got started on the list.
Dollar store - miscellaneous things including rubber bands (for mask securement) and balloons (mead-making)
Drive through - fries and cold drinks
Restaurant supply store - honey!
Discount grocery with bulk bins - dried pineapple and other tidbits, plus a bucket opener and spices for butter chicken
Naturally, there was no scooter available. Which was unfortunate, because I was starting to hurt a lot. We had a choice of a few registers, and I was about to put us behind an older man with just a few things, when I spotted that he was wearing his mask as a chin-strap. So I dodged and put us behind a party with two carts, who were wearing their masks properly ... Except one of them pulled her mask off to talk to the cashier. (Who didn't look all that impressed, but also didn't look empowered to say You Put That Back On Right This Instant.)
Naturally, every disaster befell this transaction. A bottle of juice tipped over, went splat on the floor, blew its top, and started pouring all over. I got out of the way. This halted the transaction. I poked Belovedest and asked if they could go run find another jug of juice, and pointed out the juice aisle. They headed in that direction ... and overshot the aisle, and proceeded out of range. The person not wearing the mask also zipped back towards the back of the store, and came back with two items which were not the juice, but which were evidently important.
The cashier had called for cleanup, and then everything stopped again while someone came up with the floor cleaner and did several passes over the obvious visible juice, first employing the squeegie and vacuum to suck up the spilled juice, then spraying the floor down to ensure that the last stickiness was gone. He did not check the next aisle over that we could see, even though some of the juice had absolutely sprayed under a display rack.
The customer's return came right about the time the juice cleanup was done, and her companion was diligently bagging the stuff as all this went on. At length everything had been scanned, and it was time for payment. The customer had a card that she was going to be using for the transaction, but it was not present, so she had to do manual entry. This failed. She tried it again, in case there had been an error. This also failed. She put her mask back on and headed over to the ATM. The cashier apologized to me for the delay; she thought she might have been able to start ringing me up on the other lane, but the computer would not let her do that (I guess no way to suspend the transaction?) I mentioned that back in the day I had also been a cashier. "So you know," she concluded, with some relief/satisfaction. Yup. Yup, I know.
The customer returned with the requisite cash, and the transaction concluded. Hooray! We were rung up quickly and professionally with no trouble.
By the time we were done, it was early evening and I was D-O-N-E done. I took two ibuprofen and retreated to my bed with Voltaren gel, in the probably vain hope I could get it close enough to my hip joint to do something. Given that I conked out in short order, it must have done some good. I woke up when the roast vegetables were out of the oven, which was pretty good timing.
This morning, Belovedest got the letter from their healthcare outfit, letting them know that they were eligible for vaccination, and could they please schedule an appointment.
My general plans for the day involved replacing clock and smoke detector batteries, and marking the 10-year detectors with the approximate date of their expiration, so's we could make shopping-list preparations when that time rolls around. Those plans were ... somewhat upended, though I think most of the clocks and detectors did get done? Maybe?
So off we zoomed to get Belovedest's shot, and I practiced French in the car and poked a little list I was making. They came out shortly, with a second appointment scheduled. I put it in the calendar, then we got started on the list.
Dollar store - miscellaneous things including rubber bands (for mask securement) and balloons (mead-making)
Drive through - fries and cold drinks
Restaurant supply store - honey!
Discount grocery with bulk bins - dried pineapple and other tidbits, plus a bucket opener and spices for butter chicken
Naturally, there was no scooter available. Which was unfortunate, because I was starting to hurt a lot. We had a choice of a few registers, and I was about to put us behind an older man with just a few things, when I spotted that he was wearing his mask as a chin-strap. So I dodged and put us behind a party with two carts, who were wearing their masks properly ... Except one of them pulled her mask off to talk to the cashier. (Who didn't look all that impressed, but also didn't look empowered to say You Put That Back On Right This Instant.)
Naturally, every disaster befell this transaction. A bottle of juice tipped over, went splat on the floor, blew its top, and started pouring all over. I got out of the way. This halted the transaction. I poked Belovedest and asked if they could go run find another jug of juice, and pointed out the juice aisle. They headed in that direction ... and overshot the aisle, and proceeded out of range. The person not wearing the mask also zipped back towards the back of the store, and came back with two items which were not the juice, but which were evidently important.
The cashier had called for cleanup, and then everything stopped again while someone came up with the floor cleaner and did several passes over the obvious visible juice, first employing the squeegie and vacuum to suck up the spilled juice, then spraying the floor down to ensure that the last stickiness was gone. He did not check the next aisle over that we could see, even though some of the juice had absolutely sprayed under a display rack.
The customer's return came right about the time the juice cleanup was done, and her companion was diligently bagging the stuff as all this went on. At length everything had been scanned, and it was time for payment. The customer had a card that she was going to be using for the transaction, but it was not present, so she had to do manual entry. This failed. She tried it again, in case there had been an error. This also failed. She put her mask back on and headed over to the ATM. The cashier apologized to me for the delay; she thought she might have been able to start ringing me up on the other lane, but the computer would not let her do that (I guess no way to suspend the transaction?) I mentioned that back in the day I had also been a cashier. "So you know," she concluded, with some relief/satisfaction. Yup. Yup, I know.
The customer returned with the requisite cash, and the transaction concluded. Hooray! We were rung up quickly and professionally with no trouble.
By the time we were done, it was early evening and I was D-O-N-E done. I took two ibuprofen and retreated to my bed with Voltaren gel, in the probably vain hope I could get it close enough to my hip joint to do something. Given that I conked out in short order, it must have done some good. I woke up when the roast vegetables were out of the oven, which was pretty good timing.