37th Ave. Raining. Instead of sitting in front of his building, T’masz was standing near the curb looking out on the avenue, and so I passed behind and ignored him. Trail mix from DR (22:05). Stupid Rey (305) was my cashier without incident. بابر was a cashier, but alas not mine. Kiełbasa, olive oil, antipasto salad, cheese ends, blueberries and cottage cheese from FD (22:10). The okay night manager was here and there. I assume that was Bill M.’s back I saw ahead of me walking slowly homeward.