February 9, 2003

• Gettin' Gas

  
  Delia hates to put gas in her van. It amounts to a phobia for her. She also has problems with ATM machines and for much the same reason that she does poorly with computers ... they are not intuitive to her. And she keeps forgetting to tell me about it when I can do something about it. For example, she told me she was absolutely out of gas last night at 23:00. I wasn't about to get gas at that hour.
  
  This morning I was checking my calendar and noticed some gas receipts, which reminded me of the gas problem. I quickly got ready. I mentioned to Delia that I needed to get bread and some other stuff too; she also wanted some stuff. She said I had plenty of time. I hurried anyway. It didn't help.
  
  I got my gas at the Market Street Costco, where I also did my shopping. When I walked in I decided the place was inhabited by some kind of pigs. However the pig is a fairly intelligent animal, which these weren't. Some other form of lowlife must have escaped the zoo, then. Many of them would have looked quite natural with "Goodyear" stenciled on their flanks, though, particularly the sows and young.
  
  I first headed for the bread, then for the freezers. I got my hamburgers, then Delia's meatballs and chickens. I also got some chicken nuggets, menudo and peppers. Then I tried to leave. Costco has found a new way to slow down the checkout process. They take each shopping cart and turn it around to face backwards before filling it, transferring goods from the customer's basket to an empty basket. In addition to slowing everything down, this takes extra personnel (looking for work, anybody) and takes up lots of space. It also confused the customers, who weren't the brightest bulbs in the package to begin with.
  
  I took about an hour longer than expected. Unexpectedly, Delia wasn't the least bit upset. She immediately left for work, having a guarantee that she could get there and back without running out of fuel.

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