Game called on account of rain...

Today was a rain day.  I did manage to get a walk in this morning, in between rain showers.  This afternoon, we did some shopping and out for lunch.  One of the shopping stops was Ulta... for any guys reading here: Ulta is a women's cosmetic store.  They have all kinds of stuff for your hair, eyes, cheeks, lips, and any other publicly visible body part.  As a man, I don't understand why there needs to be 150,000 different shades of lipstick, 93% of which are some variation of red.  No, I do not say those words out loud.

I helped Joan find a couple of the brands she was looking for (OK, I was pretty much no help at all), and then retired to the car to read through a scooter forum on my phone and listen to the Beatles channel or Sirius/XM.  I absolutely did not rush my lovely wife... shopping for cosmetics is serious business... most men don't understand this, because we have: soap.  Or, if you are an adolescent: Axe Body Spray.  Which, by the way, is NOT a substitute for soap.  I am basing that bit of advice on having spent time with adolescents in Steph's classroom over the years.

Lunch was good.  The waiter asked if we were in any kind of "time crunch."

"We are retired - I may sit here all afternoon, having you refill my soda and eating your breadsticks"... yes, we were visiting that "Garden" place.  The food was good.

The last shopping stop on our agenda: the grocery store.  On the Friday before a holiday weekend.  It was early enough that workin' folks were still wrapping up stuff at work before their 3-day weekend.  So, that left mostly retired folks.  Yes, like us.  Well, not exactly like us, because we generally go in with a list and do not wander aimlessly... leaving the cart parked diagonally in the middle of an aisle while they keep one hand on a corner of the cart (not sure if for balance or fear of losing the cart) to insure that they are making the aisle impassable.  Yes, similar to the way they park their cars in the parking lot.

We went to the self check-out area.  The guy next to us carefully parked his cart at a diagonal, effectively blocking any chance of exiting the confined self check area.  For anyone behind us.  Joan had a cart full of stuff that she had rung up and bagged before that guy could ring up 2 12-packs of soda.  Yes, really.  And then he needed help to figure out how to actually pay for those 2 12-packs.  Yes, really.  There were no breadsticks for me to eat while waiting out the cart-people.

It is a good thing we were not on any kind of "time crunch."  ;-)