Gum Shoe

We likely would all agree that people do not treat each other with the level of common courtesy that used to exist in this society. So, in an effort to brighten the outlook of my many readers, I have attempted to find the rare positive out there – some aspect of society where we actually have improved how we treat each other.  Keeping that in mind, it struck me yesterday that it’s been quite a long time since I’ve stepped in gum. Years, maybe decades.  It just never happens anymore, and I have to say I do not miss it. Who can forget the heartbreak when you first notice the smell of something sweet emanating from your feet?  And then to think that the crud on your shoe had been in someone’s mouth! Spearmint gum was the worst for me – I still won’t chew it due to how many times I had to scrape it from my shoe. I mean, what person would not prefer to choose their own smell rather than carrying around someone's used gum on their shoe?

For whatever reason, gum chewers are now more likely to dispose of gum properly. I applaud whoever led the charge to get this horrid practice out of our society. Was this a Miss America project I missed? 

War Reenactment (What is it Good For?)

We have a restored War of 1812 military fort near our house. Per my recent conversation with an esteemed grad student at a large Midwest university, the place is highly regarded as a historic site.  A number of war reenactments are held there. These stray from the 1812 era; they have reenactments there ranging back over 1000 years. The reenactment concept often strikes me as funny when I drive by the fort. I picture them catapulting water balloons. Or, I imagine the conversations during some fake shooting skirmishes: “Um, that one got you, man.” “It most certainly did not. I got you.”  Eventually, a fist fight breaks out between the two and they have to stop the war reenactment to separate them…

One Saturday I stopped into our local grocery store and there was a guy in there dressed in Dark Ages battle attire asking where he could find some lighter fluid. Don’t get me wrong – I like hot dogs and marshmallows as much as the next guy, but if you’re truly reenacting the Battle of Hastings (1066), should you really have the advantage of lighter fluid?   Flint and steel would seem more appropriate.  

General Sherman said war is Hell. So no, I’m not in favor of reenacting Hell. As an alternative, I have started a Treaty Signing Reenactment group. It won’t likely be as exciting as war reenactments, but there will be less fake deaths and less arguing and fighting, and we'll still get to wear the outfits. And we’re gonna have some cool pens. If you should happen to see me in costume at the grocery store, it's probably because I'm purchasing lighter fluid for the peace pipe.

Fantasy Football in the Aisles of Rite Aid

Every small town these days seems to have one of those drive-through party stores.  I’ve never driven through one but they look like fun. One reason I haven’t tried one is that I doubt if I could drive close enough to the shelves for my wife and me to reach the inventory from our car. But I’d rather use my car than a filthy cart with a bad wheel any day. 

The closest thing we have to one of those drive-through stores where I live is the drive-up window at Rite Aid. I love the drive-up window. Very futuristic concept. But I’d like to see them take this idea a bit further. First, why not force the sick people to go to the drive-up window? That would make for a healthier, more sterile environment inside the store.  Put a bouncer at the front door with a thermometer or something. Secondly, make the pharmacist at the drive-up window get you the other stuff you need when they get you your prescription.  I’ve tried this a few times and have usually been turned down. But why not try it?  I would limit this to necessities: Tylenol, greeting cards, maybe a magazine.

Speaking of magazines, I appreciate Rite Aid keeping their magazine rack close to the pharmacy counter. Last August, I stood at the magazine rack and planned my entire 17 round Fantasy Football draft strategy while waiting for some penicillin. And I won my league. Thanks Rite Aid! 

Lastly, since we're talking about Rite Aid here, how 'bout a health tip from Uncle Tommy? When I shop at a store and have to use a cart, I use those wipes if available and wipe down the entire filthy cart – not just the handle. It’ll take you a few minutes but you won’t be sorry.  If you can get the cart jockey to do it for you, tip generously. You can pass the time while you're waiting at the magazine rack.

Trip to Costco

I went to Costco for the first time recently. It was my first time buying in bulk. I’m behind the times, I know. 

Some observations:

•       Got the hamster six pack. Seemed like a fair price.
•          I got a prescription filled. What am I gonna do with 7 years worth of penicillin?
•           I tried to buy a copy of that sequel nobody likes to To Kill a Mockingbird. I had to buy 3 copies. (I’m halfway through the second copy.)
•       Stopped at their in-store barber shop. Had to get two haircuts (that's where I got a lot of my reading done on the sequel). 
•       Anybody need any eggs?
•           I took my car to their tire shop to get a tire repaired. Had to get all four fixed. And the spare.
•           I stopped at the food court thing but just ate some food out of my own cart. (I know that has nothing to do with buying in bulk, but do people ever do that at these food courts in stores?)
•           I bought four TV Guides. It was a good price, yes. And now I have one at each of our TV's.
•           I bought forty pounds of dog food for my twenty pound dog. She’d better not die on me.