Missives From the Land of the Unemployed, No. 3

Just why am I this tired, having done nothing today? Unrelated, here is a video of some torso flexing. I find the headlessness disturbing, because I’m delicate and dear lord my brain is really going.

(Click through for the la-de-dah)

Today

Sometimes you’re just too tired to make anything into a semblance of sense. Last night I went to buy yogurt (store brand, two for a dollar, because I’m broke again and I’m trying not to feel too dark about it, really) and an old woman was in line in front of me, shuffling through six or seven envelopes, searching for the right one from which to pay her grocery bill of five dollars and change. The envelopes were each stuffed with cash and I took it as a mark of her character that she was insistent that she find the right one. Eventually, the cashier voided her items and started ringing me up. The woman bagging started to remove her groceries from the bag with the intention, I would imagine, of returning the stuff to the shelves for resale. She continued to shuffle envelopes then slapped the bag woman’s hand away from her items. She had found the right envelope. “I knew that I had it,” she said, “I knew the envelope was here.”

At this point, I had paid. I snaked my way around the woman and as I exited the store with my sad and cheap yogurt, she said again, “I knew that I had it. I knew it was here.”