Sartori time

[stoopbeck]

Hmm...

So I'm in Wal-Mart, trying to shove my way through hordes of crazed consumers [band name, but not as good as salad revolution], trying to ignore my brother [gah, I shall strangle him, see if I don't]... He annoyed me so much I had to go off and look in the book section to keep from doing something that I'd only regret later. On my way back, I ran into two people I graduated with. People who kinda treated me like a talking dog ["Oh, how cute-- it talks!"] back in high school. And I realised that I'd moved beyond that. It didn't matter one jot what they thought of me in school. Or what I'd thought of them. It didn't matter.

These people used to leave me tongue-tied, nervous, and awkward. Tonight I was able just to talk. I was even able to make a joke or two. We parted amicably, and I went back to the shopping cart [and back to being glared at by Danny]. I've changed since high school... and boy, am I glad.

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[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

Woo! I also hate the self-checkout. But you know who loves it? My grandmother. Go figure. I tried to tell her about our horrific self-checkout experiences, but I don't think she believed me. Hee. I told her while we were checking out, and the checkout lady was all, "Hey, yeah, this guy I know loves [random cartoon] and he's always watching it, and he's got posters and action figures and stuff, and it's crazy." We stared, got our bags, and moved on, glad to escape with our lives and our milk and oranges.