Roosevelt Ave. (6566–68). Blackberries from the usual okay Latin cashier (113) at HF💲 (05:10). Buffalo and homestyle chicken tenders, bag salad, sour cream and zebra cakes from FS/FD (05:43). The perhaps younger manager with the currently darker hair was moving bread around (6566–67), and then was so prolific with his thanks and well‐wishing as my cashier, as well as so exaggeratedly enamored by my wishing him multiple good days until I see him again, that it seemed a bit disingenuous. Chunk cheese from Ass’d using the very last of my notes (05:32). The cashier who I swore was the same as last time remembered, like last time, that I bring my own shopping bag, but the receipt indicates a different name (میجان), probably part of the reason I have such difficulty telling the two apart. Stalled car at 69th St. with smoke or steam emanating from its open hood (6568).
Again I did not attend GA DA.