They follow me. Really, they do.

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You know that website People of Walmart?  Or some such thing?  I'm not going to link to it, I don't want to be responsible for anyone burning their retinas looking at all those lumps of flesh escaping the bonds that are supposed to restrain them.  And other grody stuff.


I would call my website - People of Walgreens.  Walgreens is the most convenient store for me to pick up anything and everything on my way home from work.  But I always get behind the lady with the raincheck she is using to buy 14 boxes of Kleenex that aren't on sale anymore, when the store just switched to new computerized registers and the gal behind the counter had fits trying to enter anything other than what that computer wanted to ring up.  


Yesterday I stopped to pick up a few things and had to wait while a woman wearing one latex glove searched through the garbage can she demanded from the employee standing there.  What she was looking for, I don't know.  But she came up with what looked like a receipt all balled up into a crumpled mess.  When she smoothed it out she found it was not what she was looking for and stormed out of the store declaring she would just go look in the parking lot.  A few minutes later she was back, still wearing one glove and waving the other - demanding to know why someone had something that she could not find .. now .. or .. she needed to find it or find out why she couldn't.  Or something.  Huh?

May have been lifted from that other store's site

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So yeah.  People of Walgreen's.  Unfortunately I am too much of a wuss to take pictures of people without permission and too afraid to get smacked if I did.  Can't win.

Maxine (I forgot) Monday

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Displaced

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Threw a blanket on the couch, took a nap there earlier.

I'm guessing a late afternoon nap is out of the question!  At least for me.


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Maxine Monday

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Truer words ...

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How come my brain gets a vacation if I don't?

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People have their blood drawn from time to time.  And when they do, if they are an adult they are usually familiar with which arm is better for an easy stick and good blood flow.  Er .. at least they know which one usually works the best.  As do I.  So when I had to have blood drawn the other day I sat down in the chair and offered up my left arm.  "The vein is sideways but it's the one everyone uses so this is the side."  


The gal did the stick and filled one tube but on the 2nd tube she wasn't having any luck.  "Wow, this has slowed wa-a-a-y-y down, not getting much now."  She kind of moved the needle a bit inside the vein which triggered my internal squeamish switch and I had to talk myself out of getting light headed and freaking out.  Finally she decided to try the other arm.  On went the band-aid and in when the needle in my right arm.  "Oh that's better."  She said, "It's filling right up." 

A minute later I was done and walking out with a band-aid covering a lump of gauze on each arm which caused a little girl to gape in horror as she waited her turn.  Sheesh!  And as I reflected on it later I realized - I had given her the wrong arm.  


Which begs the question, where does my brain go, sometimes?  Does it just check out and some other thinking (or non-thinking) device takes it's place?  I mean - it was instinctual - here - this is the arm, use this one.  


Sometimes I just have to ask WTF??

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Maxine Monday

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