22 August 2019, Thursday

After having fasted three and a half days for the second consecutive week, I was able to squeeze myself into my black skinny jeans and so felt a bit sassy during my nighttime shopping.

37th Ave. (7182–85). Sliced packaged chicken and ham, chicken and garden salads, kiełbasa, cheese ends (as there was no antipasto salad) and water from FD (23:49). The okay manager was working in an aisle while I shopped but came racing over when I wasn’t charged the right amount at the cash register, and I helped him locate the item in question in the circular. R. S. was putting up the posters for the following day’s specials (7182–84). As I was about to leave, the manager dropped his jacket sloppily at the cashier lane closest to the door and went outside, and I saw him go to a red truck, presumably his, parked across the street. بابر‎ was visible in the front area of DR as I passed.

The light rain turned quite heavy when I was less than a block from home.