To Market to Market to Buy Some Dish Soap

Tonight I went to Walgreens.
As I was walking from the parking lot to the front door a woman got out of her car and walked by me on her way inside the store making "brr" noises and confirming how cold it was. It was windy, but I didn't think it was all that cold.  I looked at her. She was wearing tan pleather chaps with fringe with gray stirrup pants. She had a long pony tail that came down to her butt.
There was a man at entrance to the store who was asking for spare change. He was wearing a really really old and worn out suit.
My goal was to leave Walgreens with Drano, Dish soap and Windshield wiper fluid. Seemed like an easy task, right?
I walked down the aisle marked "soap" and "kitchen." I found the shelves with the soap. I found the powdered laundry soap. I found the liquid laundry soap. I found the comet. I found the spray cleaner. I found the dobie scrubbers. I found the scouring pads. I even found the Drano, even though it's not soap. I could not find the dish soap. I asked an employee where the dish soap was. He said, with a straight face, "oh, you can find it in aisle 8 by the potato chips." I asked him why all the soap was kept in the aisle marked "soap" but the dish soap was next to the pringles and he said "Oh, we're remodeling." I found the soap. There were about 10 different brands, none of which I usually buy. As I was staring at my choices the woman in the tan fake leather chaps and gray stirrup pants came up to me and pointed at my foot. "That must have hurt, " she said. She was pointing at the tattoo on the top of my foot. I told her that it didn't hurt as much as one would think and it certainly didn't hurt as much as the tattoo on the inside of my arm. She then started moving her index finger around my back telling me she was in the process of getting the Romanov Crest on her whole back. She told me it was a good fit because she was Russian and dominant, and also because it would look good when she was wearing her corset and had her whip. She walked away from me making "ya-ya" noises and whipping motions.
I grabbed my dish soap and walked over to the automotive aisle for some windshield wiper fluid. I found the automotive aisle but couldn't find the wiper fluid. I didn't ask where they put it.
I paid for my stuff, in all $1 bills and left the store. As I was leaving the store, the beggar wearing the suit sang to me about how cold it was and that he wanted me to give him pennies.
I walked to my car and drove home and told Hubby about my adventure.
He didn't believe me.

Dream Over the Weekend

I was on a bus going somewhere. I don't know where we were heading but in my dream I did. I also didn't know all the people on the bus, but in my dream I did.
We got to our destination. We were early. It was almost light out, and it was pretty darn chilly. We were all waiting on a football field for whatever it was we were waiting for. My hula sister Juna started sprinting lines on the football field. I asked her what she was doing that for. She said she needed to warm up. I suggested we dance instead. The two of us got into our pukas. By the time the first kaholo was finished I noticed we had at least 10 other dancers with us, one of whom was Victor Garber, and his freakishly large ears. He was wearing a bright red aloha shirt. Stepping out of my dream I thought it was weird he was there, but in my dream he was a living, breathing hula brother who was a member of my class. I don't remember what Juna and I started dancing, but all of the sudden the dance changed to something that everyone but me knew. I moved to the back and sat on a stump. Hula brother Yves came up to me and handed me a grape. He asked me if I wanted half of the bunch he was eating. I said yes. He turned his back to me and devoured have of the grapes he had. I woke up as he was turning around to hand me the other half.

What a difference an hour makes.

Oh my gosh I had a long, horrible week at work. I won't go into specifics.It doesn't make sense to go into specifics. Everyone can relate to a long horrible week at work. It was such an icky week that I even had The Geneva Pizza Dream. I have to say, though, overall the good parts about my job outweigh the not-so-fun parts of my job. It was just an off week that I have to shake off and it will be better on Monday. 
I am very happy, however, to start my weekend, and I am happier that because tomorrow is a holiday, we got to go home early today.
My long weekend started to look up when I was standing at the platform at the Muni station. Someone tried to pick me up. He was about 20 years old and about 6 feet tall. He was a total gangster looking guy with a giants cap that had a flat brim with the sticker still on it. He was wearing a knit beanie underneath his cap. He had on a super baggy hoodie sweatshirt and his pants were totally sagging around his thighs. Our conversation went like this --
Gangster Guy - Yo yo. Do you like hip hop music?
Me - No
Gangster Guy - Do you want to go out?
Me - No
He walked away. He walked across the platform and approached another woman. Maybe he figures if he asks every woman he sees if she wants to go out, one of them is certain to say yes,sooner or later.

When I got home I sat on the couch started to decompress. At one point I suggested to hubby that we go eat at Off the Grid in the Upper Haight. I have to say it was the best freakin' idea of the century. Our little outing took my mind off my week and totally turned my mood around. We had a really great time.

When we got to the OtG location we took a survey of all the food trucks there.

Hubby thought that Senior Sissig sounded the yummiest.

The Girl thought that HapaSF sounded the yummiest.

I thought that Seoul on Wheels sounded the yummiest.

I asked The Boy what he wanted for dinner. He told me sausage and soup. I didn't see any place that had caldo verde so he just had bites of all of our dishes.
When we were just finishing up our dinner we were greeted by people wearing backpacks filled with free chocolate milk.

 When we were finished we had cupcakes for dessert.

After some running around in the grassy area by OtG, we decided it was time to go home. On the way back to the car, Hubby spotted this bit of graffiti.

We got home. Hubby popped open a beer. I poured a big glass of wine. The Girl worked on her homework. The Boy walked around the living room in his dad's shoes. Eventually everyone settled down and went to bed, except me. I'm still winding down from a long week and am considering pouring myself another glass of wine.

The Geneva Pizza Dream, Again.

I've written about this before, but it happened again. I had "The Geneva Pizza Dream."

When I've had a bad day at work, or when work gets stressful I have "The Geneva Pizza Dream." Geneva Pizza was a bit of a stressful place to work. I worked there for a few years and then I quit. I quit by walking out in the middle of my shift in hysterics. A customer gave me a ride home.

Ah, fun times.

In short, in The Geneva Pizza Dream the restaurant is super busy and no matter what I do I can't quite catch up. People can't get their pizzas, the phone won't stop ringing, the keg needs to be tapped, or if it is tapped all I get is foam, people are screaming at me ..... you get the picture.

Over time the dream has changed a bit. In one version I go back to run the place or I go back to pick up some extra cash, but in both of those cases after it gets too busy I say 'screw it, it's just a cruddy pizza place" and I walk out.

Last night I had a new version of the dream.
I was working at Geneva Pizza. My boss wasn't the boss I had when I worked there but my boss that I have now. We were in the pizza place right before opening. I told him to turn on the oven because customers were going to be in soon and we have to cook some pies. He told me he wasn't going to because he didn't think we were going to have any customers that day. I thought it was strange but didn't question him. I started to walk over to the closet and I tripped over a red bicycle. I asked him if the bike was his. He said yes. I was surprised he had ridden his bike to work. I walked over to the supply closet. It was twice as big as I remember and decorated like a living room in a crappy apartment all decked out for Christmas. I closed the closet door and started looking at some coupons for free make-up. The coupons were made out of vellum. They were a pearlish color with black text. When I read the fine print it said in order to be eligible for the free make-up I had to be 16 or over and Japanese. While I was trying to figure out a way to convince the coupon people that I was Japanese, three teenage girls came up to me and I gave them half of my coupons.

Oh Say Can You See?

Yesterday The Girl, some kids from school and some kids from other schools in San Francisco sang the National Anthem before the Giants' game at ATT Park.
Here's a snippet.

Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk at The Embarcadero Peet's

Today is payday!!! Hooray! So before all my money has made its way to the nice folks at the student loan and credit card companies, I decided to treat myself to a stop at Peet's Coffee inside Embarcadero Station for a yummy cuppa joe.
Usually I drink the free coffee at my office, which actually isn't so bad; we have a sbux machine that brews cups to order, you can even get hot chocolate on demand. The thing that I'm not to keen on is the powdered creamer, or the nasty-ass hazelnut coffee-mate that everyone in the office seems to enjoy.
Anyhow, today I stopped at Peet's. I got a small coffee with room for cream. I got my coffee, walked over to the condiment station and proceeded to pour some cold white liquid into my cup. The top of the pitcher wasn't screwed on all the way and it plopped right into my morning nectar. Coffee splattered everywhere and I made a big fat mess. One Peet's employee started cleaning it up while another Peet's employee promptly handed me a brand new small coffee with room and said as he smiled and winked at me "I guess someone's out to get you." As I was cleaning myself off I chortled "Well, at least it's not Monday."

There was a man standing next to me that I hadn't even noticed until he said "That's a very positive thing to say, Ma'am. I run a positive thinking workshop and today I'm going to use you and this incident as an example of positive thought in one's life. Thank you, ma'am."

You're welcome, weird stranger. You're welcome.