37th Ave. Loud traffic jam due to immobile double‐standing car with someone therein who seemed unwilling or unable to move her vehicle despite all the honking horns. Nothing appears to be left in سبزی ਮੰਡੀ except furniture and cardboard boxes. Two men were taking some boxes out and then pulled the gate down behind them. Hot پاکستانی‐looking TD worker seen through the window as I passed. Franks, sauerkraut, Turkey Bologna, guacamole, eggs, frozen spinach, peanuts, strawberries and sour cream from F’town. A produce or deli worker complimented my hat and asked its country of origin, and I said it was Central Asian, citing Özbəkistan and Tacikistan as examples of countries. One of the hot customers I’d noticed while shopping wound up behind me on the cashier line as my reusable cloth shopping bag was well packed by the worker there, something they rarely do. Despite my heavy bag, I entered DR only because I saw S— through the window with the face of his identification badge on which his name is printed apparently showing, but when I caught up to him and greeted him in the rear of the shop, it was flipped over again to hide his name. Kl’d may have been there in his civvies. תאומא was also there but was looking at some pharmaceutical product so I didn’t say hello. As she was leaving, a coworker seemed to address Hef. as “G. Tube” but of course it was جیتو.