In Winter Springs on way home

There was confusion over my schedule for tomorrow. Just got it clarified. I am working 12-4, and not 8-4.

Does not break my heart. After two nights of really shitty sleep, I could use a later shift. I’m pooped. Since I didn’t work last week, my body went into lazy mode. So, when I moved around today my bones and muscles kept asking me, “What, why are we standing? Why are we moving? You’re making us work? What the hell?!?” Yeah, so my body felt like it had been hit by a train.

One of the highlights of my day was ringing up an older man who read the saying on my Sprouts shirt announcing that our meat comes from Angus cows who are 100% grass fed. So, he asked me, “Is that true you were raised on grass?” With a smirk, I answered, “ Well, that kinda depends upon what kind of grass you are referring to.” He guffawed. “Yeah, I’m a child of the 70’s. We had the best music,” I added.

Another of my work highlights today was ringing up couple who looked to be about my age-high 50’s, low 60’s. They were getting about ten items-all produce. They had their stuff in one of our green shopping baskets and emptied it all on my register belt. “Look at you guys being all healthy with strawberries, blueberries, salad fixin’s making me feel guilty about the BOGO chocolate bars I’m gonna get when my shift ends.” They cracked up. “I’m serious. Dr. Bronner’s chocolate bars. Buy one, get one. I’m on Adkins, but I’m gonna cheat a little,” I clarified. They laughed; they were fun.

Almost to my lovely abode, where a steamy shower awaits.

I forgot to mention I rang up a woman who claimed to be taking Ivermectin, to keep COVID at bay. She also tried to tell me I should be taking vitamin D3. She told me all this while talking while wearing her mask incorrectly. It wasn’t covering her nose.

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