Triggers: General Filth
If you haven’t already realized from my previous posts, it is probably a bit of a trial to have me in your life, either as a friend or neighbour, customer or co-worker, or – for my lucky husband – as wife. My thanks, as ever, to my friends (and my husband) who not only put up with me and my weird brand of humour, but who stand by me even as I embarrass them, sometimes in public places.
Who’s Checking Out Whom?
Last minute plans for a late cooked supper brought me to the beautiful organically-inclined food market (not Whole Foods) near us. I chose my items and got in line for checkout. The lovely young man who tended the checkout process was truly lovely, with dark eyes and honeyed skin, thick black hair, sparkling dark eyes. I remember admiring him, and this is relevant, trust me. He greeted me and I asked, as I always do, how he was doing, and I listened, as I always try to do, to the answer.
I Started the Prozac In Paris 