19 June 2019, Wednesday

37th Ave. R. Skin was pumping a pallet jack of watermelons at the main entrance as I approached FD. The okay manager was there and we passed one another in the meat aisle. Bag salad, kiełbasa and cheese ends (00:43). R. S. was at the front window chatting with my cashier as I was checking out. Though after midnight with nearly every metal gate having been rolled down, adorable D’vid could be seen inside leaning with his butt against a wall posing at the front door as I passed DR.

37th Ave. (6131). Wm. T. was standing near the door doing something and greeted me as I entered, and I found him not unattractive, particularly in his fairly tight trousers. I should have gone to DR Monday instead of walking around to three different shops with their tiny expensive bottles and their sugary gummy doses, because today I found the perfect replacement for my favorite discontinued variety of multivitamin supplement tablets; the generic W’greens brand is comparable in ingredients, including iron, has exactly as many tablets in the bottle (365), and even costs twenty cents less than what I had paid at Frank’s in 2017 or ’18. That and trail mix with W. T. (101) as my cashier (06:24). I even saw that they have a bin for returning unfinished medication. Pallet‐jack workers working together (6131).

I did not attend Wiki Wednes., using the rain as an excuse, although it’s true I overdosed on socialism and identity politics last month.