A visit to the supermarket

 

My supermarket has a big parking lot.  It is so big that it is half empty most of the time. I like to look at the cars and people as I walk by. The half empty part of the parking lot is not so empty. There is some guy selling stuff out of the back of his station wagon. I have a nose for value. Let us check it out!

Getting ready for a birthday party

 

I was peeling beets.  My landlord has a super slicer.  The best thing I have seen to peel beets.  I was thinking of Edgar Allan Poe.  I was thinking of peeling skin.  How would Edgar Allen Poe describe peeling skin?  He would talk about why the skin was being sliced off.  How the super slicer was an heirloom of the pirate captain great uncle out of South Carolina.  It had mysterious runes carved into the blade.  There was a green emerald in the handle that glowed when you were peeling fresh skin. I needed to peel skin.  

Then, the phone rang.

To feed the dog

 

I got to visit a friend and feed their dog.  I was dog sitting, actually.  I do not know what he was thinking, so I just had to make up what I should do.  I started by boiling up some meat with turnips to make a big pot of dog food.

A visit to the supermarket

 

Today, for my shopping adventure, I am going to get a big shopping cart.  It is orange, not like the smaller ones I normally use, which are yellow.  I am going to buy a lot of stuff, and I have my unmarked van parked under the surveillance camera which does not work.  You cannot really see the van from the busy Dupont street, here in Toronto.  I put out my cigarette, put on my gloves, and went on a visit to the supermarket. 

A visit to the supermarket

 

My supermarket, I know it well.  I always get to walk past the employee parking on my way to the main door.  I like to know who is working.  My supermarket has familiar faces!  I like to show up around an hour before shift change.  Everyone is tired at the end of shift, kinda sleepy.  Off guard.  Thinking about getting home in one piece.  

A visit to the bookstore

 

What could be more wholesome than a visit to my favorite bookstore not far from where I used to live.  I only get out to my old part of town once a month, when my medication runs out.  I can see old friends, buy weed, have a coffee, and, go buy a book or two as a treat. The Toronto experience; the City of Light.  I care.