Because I’d rather not try to write about arrogance today, except that I CANNOT abide it. You know who I’m talking about.

Triple grock store day. Why?

First grock store, Jackson Rd. Meijer at 0-skunk-30. Among other things, I bought some little mini-filets (steak) that are individually packaged (I know that’s environmentally bad). These grill up nicely when you don’t run out of propane 😵‍💫 like we did last week. I finished those in the broiler and they were wonderful. Today I bought four. I scanned the first one and then I got ahead of myself and managed to drop the second one on the floor. That triggered the uscan to call for a cashier to come and HELP (HELP HELP)! Of course the u-scan cam caught the whole thing 🤪 Good thing it was just a little piece of meat encased in plastic and not a whine bottle or something. More staff would’ve been required for that.

Second grock store, neighborhood Plum Market. But. Where the heck did all this traffic come from? I know it is not a Football Saturday but it feels like one and I am a little later than usual because I stopped at home after Meijer to have some coffee. I could not make a left turn onto Maple to save my life so I had to go right and left and around the “block”, where the roads were blocked by people exiting Alanon. I did fine at Plum and didn’t do anything stoopid enough to need help with the u-Scan from Kathy at the guest counter but…

Third grock store (Plum again). When I got home, I opened my phone and there was a voice mail from Kathy at the guest counter saying that I had left a bag of coffee beans at the u-scan. I was like done done done but Chainsaw Man rose to the occasion and drove me over so I could just hop in and retrieve it. And THANK Kathy. She knows me as mouse’s mom, not sure she knows my government name and I know she doesn’t know my phone but, when I swipe my phone app, everything gets stored and my phone number is on file. So she even knew I had PAID for the coffee although it took me a hot minute to remember if I had scanned it or not.

Then I ran roooomba. There were some initial mis-communications but after a bit I heard her beep and she was going great guns… Until she encountered an error. This roooomba cleans herself but occasionally she needs some help. This time there was blonde/white hair wound around her “brushes” in such a big mess that when I was trying to remove one of the brushes, I broke a part and couldn’t put the brush back in properly. A new set of brushes is on order.

Is that enough? It pretty much was. The pic is from our table at Dexter’s Pub last night and I have no clue what Lewis 1863 means.

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