Archive for April, 2008

Read a Book

Friday, April 11th, 2008

I have a dilemma.

What do you do when you walk into a bookstore, pick up a book, start reading it to decide if you want to buy it, and end up reading the whole book? Should you buy it?

Today, I picked up a book titled, “Snakes of the World and What To Do About Them.”

There were two pages on the Bushmaster Viper of South America with large, color, photographs. It talked about its color, its markings, and its eating habits.

Book: The Bushmaster Viper is a very dangerous snake. A bite from one would be very serious and probably fatal if medical attention was not immediately available.

I suppose that’s where the second part of the title comes in, “And What To Do About Them.” I hope there’s a doctor around if I run into one of those.

The King Cobra might be more dangerous than the Bushmaster. It didn’t say much about the King Cobra–but what it did say was important.

Book: The King Cobra is a dangerous snake. Without medical aid, death is certain for its victims.

I’m glad they live in Asia and I don’t have to worry about one of them being under my porch. But, then, it might be exciting knowing that a King Cobra could be lurking under the steps and might jump out to bite the mailman at any time.

Reading about snakes made me a little jumpy. The bookstore was quiet, too–which didn’t help any.

I bought the book. I might want to read it again sometime.

Back to Work

Tuesday, April 1st, 2008

I work at a supermarket. I check out people’s groceries, and tell them how much they need to pay me.

Not too many exciting things happen when I check out groceries.

Sometimes, people don’t like the price my register rings up on an item.

Me: Beep . . . beep.
Lady Customer: That cabbage was $2.78 a head, not $2.87. I remember.
Me: Ok. I’ll have somebody check that.

Sometimes people spill things. My manager, Reginald, doesn’t like spills. Soap spills are the worst because they are slippery and hard to clean up.

Today, a man picked up a supersized bottle of dish detergent that had a broken cap, and carried it upside down all over the store.

Here is a picture of the container when I saw it.

Conveyer belt

By the time he had got to my checkout counter, the bottle was empty and he had left a thin blue trail of dish detergent starting in the cleaning supplies isle, over to the dairy section, round the refrigerator where they keep all the cheeses, all the way to the other side of the store at the magazine rack, and ending at my checkout counter.

Reginald was walking out of the back room and didn’t notice the blue trail on the floor until he slipped and knocked over a pile of canned tuna. He wasn’t happy.

Here is Reginald telling someone to clean up the mess–which ended up being me.

 Reginald

Here is me cleaning up the mess.

After work, I went to Paul’s Pizza Pavilion and ordered a personal pan pizza to carry home and eat. Since I don’t have a car, I took it home on the bus.

Mop the floor

It’s hard not eating a pizza that is warm and setting on your lap and smells very good–especially when you are hungry. But, there were other people on the bus, and I didn’t want to be rude.

When I got home, it was raining these gigantic raindrops out of the sky–as you can see. There weren’t very many raindrops, but when one hit you, you would feel it.

Can you tell from the picture that I am hungry?

In the rain