P’sy Food Court, pt. 2.
Attractive neighbor entering building wearing shorts and thongs as I was coming downstairs humorously commented on how cold it was, and I said I’d forgotten my muffler.
Like a broiler outside. Trail mix from DR, 37th Ave. (15:33). As I was deciding on my purchase, تاجور was bending pushing a dolly past me, and then wound up being my cashier (103 instead of 699) with a bit of paper covering his name on his badge. He dropped the penny I handed him and carried on without it.
I encountered the same above‐mentioned neighbor at the second‐floor elevator door even though it’s not his floor, accompanied by a woman who may or may not be his wife. Afterwards, they started walking upstairs and I later learned the elevator was broken, yet I saw it pass me as I read the sign (6289–92). Going out again later, I was calm and mindful like Austin T.
37th Ave. Very hot, humid. There was nothing I wanted in F’town. Packaged green, tuna and antipasto salads, packaged deli meats, cheese ends, blueberries and sour cream from FD (23:16). Many shoppers with حجاب in FD, but many uncovered heads on the avenue along with one نقاب. At least two cute workers visible in सागर/সাগর. A new long (salad?) truck in front of DR.