Moderate carbohydrate day, allowing myself some fruit.
37th Ave. As I was passing on my way to DR for cash, my facial tat friend was walking back towards the שלם while a friend of his was departing and shouting back at him “Still smoking that good fucking ganja?!,” to which he replied “Yeah.”
Northern Blvd. (Un‐breaded) veal chop milanese at JI. Immediately after I ordered the salad, the waiter informed me the main dish was like a salad, and I was a little confused by it. Was he suggesting that a salad doesn’t come therewith because the main dish so much resembles one? When I inquired, he began to “clarify” that the main dish was not a “करी,” suggesting it was sauceless, but I pointed out that the menu indicated it came with a vinaigrette. This little bit of confusion even caught a manager’s attention who soon was standing next to the waiter. Then when I began to order a side vegetable, he told me that particular meal doesn’t come with one because the recipe includes so many, which was fine by me but in contradiction to previous times I’d ordered that dish and other vegetable‐laden dishes. Nevertheless I enjoyed the meal very much. Hot, frequently smiling customer (0087–88). Fruit cup for dessert.
37th Ave. Two cute workers at F’town I don’t recall seeing before, and they sort of resembled one another, both young, brown and slim, one a deli worker who was mopping or sweeping and the other who was replacing a shopping cart. Workers tossing toilet tissue (6302–03). “Seedles cucumbers” sign (0089). Bought strawberries, blackberries, sour cream, pre‐cut cheese etc., and the receipt indicates my cashier’s name is “Sthepanie” (23:27). Back outside smoking, Face Tat Man waved to me, and I smiled and said “Howdy, neighbor” but really should have stopped and introduced myself.