37th Ave. (1237–43). Woman dressed in cavalcade of patterns (1237). Went to FD for nothing but ice cream and fruit (and sour cream) with the crazy rationale that the deal on ice cream that week was slightly better than at DR which somehow made it acceptable. I got half‐price strawberries, discount sour cream and sliced mango that I suspect may have exacerbated my digestive upset of the past few days. S’eed and I came face to face in a narrow aisle and yet he still ignored me (but see the following day). With multiple items already in my hands, I was shocked to find that the ice cream, the principal reason I chose one supermarket over the other, was out of stock (but for one pint) and the manager told me would be restocked the following day. Somehow I convinced myself that the very large discount on a big tray of cheese buns heavier than a pound was a reasonable substitute for the ice cream.