New reason for a sore back
There. I now own four foamy pillows, purchased for less than a fiver each. If a wild creature spirits them away before we rerun to home base, the price point will cushion me. Amazing how we insisted on dragging stuff with us that we could easily have picked up at Wallies, all those other years.
Mind you, this was the first time I had to go out into the wilds of a multi-store parking range and capture my own cart. Seems that an in-progress overhaul of the premises and a lack of available “associates” found this particular branch of retail hell in a bad way. Hint to head office: try paying better “dividends” to your gang.
My visit to the coffee roaster was incomplete. Their grinder was off for a family road trip, and we should both be back tomorrow. If the fancy strikes, I could also take up scrap booking… The company is anything but singular in its role.
The return visit to a house store was much more productive. The young entrepreneur was willing to give me “details, details, details”; after classes ended for the afternoon, we returned for a real inside tour. Food for thought. Leaving the sun roof open on the car was not a great plan though. Showers…
I decided to try a local restaurant that delivers great reviews and limited amenities. The food (a full turkey dinner) turned out to be delicious, but the very young patron on The other side of my booth partition left me with a sore back from his exercise of kicking the seat. Odd price to pay.
