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snatches of conversation in the orbit of the supermarket
The first I heard from behind me as I was walking along the boardwalk that crosses over a low-lying area on the way to the supermarket.
"No. No, if you've lusted after him in your HEART that's the same as ADULTERY ... Okay. But like Job. Job said--"
I couldn't quite get what Job said, and I'm surprised to hear Job referenced in this context (so maybe I misheard), since Job wasn't lusting after anyone; he just had his family wiped out in a divine thought experiment.
I took a covert glance behind me, and it was a young woman talking on the phone to someone. I didn't want to stare, so I didn't get a close look, but she *might* be the same woman I see walking this route sometimes, with large, bright headphones on, wearing a rapturous expression. I always thought she must be listening to very excellent music but now--if it's the same woman--I'm thinking it might be something else.
The second was a tiny daughter to her mother--they were leaving the supermarket as I was entering.
"We got SO MUCH candy, mom," the girl said. Sounding highly satisfied.
Third was actually a person I was talking to. It was at the Western Union counter. Every four weeks I send my tutor payment for my Tikuna lessons, but I always get $2.00 change. At the same counter they sell scratch tickets and the non-scratch-ticket lottery stuff, and last month I decided that for ten tries, I will spend my $2.00 change on $2.00 lottery tickets and see what happens. Will I lose a full $20? Or will I win some fraction of it back? Or will I make a KILLING! ... I have a strong feeling it will be Option No. 1 (two goes have netted me zero), but letting the test play out means I get to handle these glittery, shiny, throw-your-money-away-on-us tickets. I'm taking photos of each one--when I'm all finished, I'll post them and tell you the results.
So I asked for one once I'd sent the money, but the woman behind the counter was young, and I felt self-conscious, so I blurted out why I was doing this, and she nodded. "I sometimes buy a $10 ticket on my break," she said. "I've never won ANYTHING."
There you have it!
"No. No, if you've lusted after him in your HEART that's the same as ADULTERY ... Okay. But like Job. Job said--"
I couldn't quite get what Job said, and I'm surprised to hear Job referenced in this context (so maybe I misheard), since Job wasn't lusting after anyone; he just had his family wiped out in a divine thought experiment.
I took a covert glance behind me, and it was a young woman talking on the phone to someone. I didn't want to stare, so I didn't get a close look, but she *might* be the same woman I see walking this route sometimes, with large, bright headphones on, wearing a rapturous expression. I always thought she must be listening to very excellent music but now--if it's the same woman--I'm thinking it might be something else.
The second was a tiny daughter to her mother--they were leaving the supermarket as I was entering.
"We got SO MUCH candy, mom," the girl said. Sounding highly satisfied.
Third was actually a person I was talking to. It was at the Western Union counter. Every four weeks I send my tutor payment for my Tikuna lessons, but I always get $2.00 change. At the same counter they sell scratch tickets and the non-scratch-ticket lottery stuff, and last month I decided that for ten tries, I will spend my $2.00 change on $2.00 lottery tickets and see what happens. Will I lose a full $20? Or will I win some fraction of it back? Or will I make a KILLING! ... I have a strong feeling it will be Option No. 1 (two goes have netted me zero), but letting the test play out means I get to handle these glittery, shiny, throw-your-money-away-on-us tickets. I'm taking photos of each one--when I'm all finished, I'll post them and tell you the results.
So I asked for one once I'd sent the money, but the woman behind the counter was young, and I felt self-conscious, so I blurted out why I was doing this, and she nodded. "I sometimes buy a $10 ticket on my break," she said. "I've never won ANYTHING."
There you have it!
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Divine thought experiment, love it.
Also, I can relate to the urge to over-explain when doing something you feel embarrassed about, thus kind of revealing to the person you're speaking to that you are indeed embarrassed about it, when, if you hadn't said anything at all, they probably wouldn't have given it a second thought. It's a funny reminder that all of this is in our heads.
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The bank clerk did not need to know why I was paying in a personal cheque for £300, so why did I blurt out the reason? Thankfully I managed to stop myself before I went on to explain about the usual carer doing jury service.
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I was once approached by a police officer when I was carrying a camo backpack that had a skateboard sticking out of it. Turns out someone had been firing at schoolbuses with a BB gun, and I guess from a distance "thing protruding from backpack" set off alarm bells
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I was walking around the nearby campus yesterday afternoon when a bunch of student-aged peoeple passed in a rush and all I heard from one of them was "And he's such a bad kisser . . ."
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You and this woman know Job much better than I do!
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Those were my favorite childhood grocery store candies. My favorite candy store candies were locally-made Cotlet (also somewhat gumdrop-like in consistency, but ¿apricot/walnut?-flavored), Pistachio Ice Cream Fudge, and Coconut Birds Nests (an Easter favorite, usually filled with miniature "hummingbird egg" jelly beans).
Ah, candy nostalgia!
What were (or are?) your favorites?
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There used to be a kind of mint candy that came in a long box, with stacks of different flavors: peppermint, wintergreen, spearmint, and then maybe also lemon and orange (with no mintiness). The candy was in little disks that were ridged on the back, and the consistence was sort of like marzipan: firm, but your teeth go right through it, not crunchy. They were called something like Merry Mints. (Oh look, here's something nowadays that does them!)
And I liked hot balls (and I still like hot cinnamon candies) and pixie dust, though we didn't get that very often. oh, and Smarties.
Oh: and cotton candy. Love that.
And I liked chocolate candy bars of various sorts ;-)
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I found cotton candy disappointing, but I liked (and still like) mint and wintergreen and citrus and cinnamon flavors. These days, I can eat Spry brand's xylitol-sweetened peppermint and hot cinnamon candies. I think they used to make wintergreen and spearmint flavors, too, but they seem to have discontinued those. Well, better some than none!