Speaking of non-sequiters...

2004-05-31 at 10:34 a.m.

Stories related only because I'm remembering them all at the same time:

So I'm at the grocery store the other day, salivating in front of their plants (why does every grocery store do that? that rack of plants in front of the front door? Bastards. Evil evil bastards) and this woman comes up to me, hones in on me, really, intently staring and standing about three feet too close. "Hi," she says to me, standing unnaturally still. "I'm Peggy."
"Hi, Peggy," I answer, instantly checking her hands for tracts, papers, books, or weapons, then checking her blazer lapel for whatever wackjob charity she's raising money for. There's nothing. No ID, no tracts, no weapons. Which is oddly not comforting.
She just stands there unblinking.
I make to go inside.
"Is there anything I can...pray for you for?"
"Um, no, I'm all set."
"Okaaaaay. God Bless." She aboutfaces and strides to her car.
I have never felt so agressed by prayer.
Is it weird that all the junk mail to my PSU account is "University degrees for sale"?
So, I'm grocery shopping yesterday (shush! I don't go that often!) and I noticed something very very odd on my bananas. I know advertising is reaching great and grand heights, but why on earth is there a cross promotion between Dole bananas and Garfield the movie???? Am I not caught up on my to-the-minute Garfield news? Is there some reason he'd love Dole bananas? Anyone? In the meantime, that movie looks like such a waste of time, I'm slightly frightened.