Northern Blvd. (3352–56). Numerous birds on 32‒62 and 32‒64 72nd St. roofs (3352–53). Chef salad at JI (3354–56) after having broken my fast with mini Vienna sausages at home. {Chef salad breakfast.} Moments after I’d put the menu down, one of the managers recognized me, asked if I were ready and called over a waiter to take my order who it turned out would be leaving soon. It was cleaning day as the bus boy I think looks a bit Slavic and has a nice bottom was cleaning the glass in the main doors while not dressed appropriately for the weather, sweeping and mopping the floors indoors, and the aforementioned manager was standing on chairs to clean the shades on the dining room light fixtures. (This meant my water glass only got refilled once.)
37th Ave. (3357–71). Even though I’d overeaten at JI, I had a hankering for a snack and so went to DR. A stylish young man entered moments before I did and I largely failed in documenting him properly (3361–70) as I did with handsome S— (3357–60, 3371). I also ran into E’vine who had a short haircut and who again coolly and unemotionally responded to my greeting though I saw him smiling later. I bought half‐price clearance yoqurt raisins after having asked a woman worker to confirm it was indeed the item indicated as discounted on the shelf label I couldn’t read without my glasses. Even though he wasn’t my cashier (16:03), S— was at a register when I was on line and he called for the next customer in a sexy voice. Not only did I forget to check in online, but I’d forgotten to go home first to get a reusable cloth shopping bag, though doing so might have prevented my getting (what I believed to be) the last container of yoqurt raisins.
Yoqurt raisins at home (3372).