Silicon Investor (SI) -- The First Internet Community

STOCKTALK

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor. We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community. If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.

Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (9806)	4/15/1998 4:07:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

(Re foodstuffs) Alex, I have noticed that checkout women (or ladies or whatever the things are called) ~ I have noticed, that they notice what you're buying, or maybe what you're not buying. Ya got a cart full of produce, and not a single frozen food item; maybe that bottle of wine (even A BOX doesn't hurt in this situation, economy is good here too, and evidence that "food, real food" is the real priority ) ~ mixed in with some bakery bread; all crinkly bags full of red and green and fluffy and smooth stuff, piled up (kale and chard and broccoli are good for massing up, but any idiot can buy broccoli, so a recipe-mix, a recipe-intent, ~ forethought ~ is good here) ~ ~ the only which way you can make anything out of this, except compost, is to COOK it. [Let's just stop a moment and linger over the power of that thought, as it spreads through the universe.] OK. And not a piece, not a speck, of cardboard box Lardass-Loser drop ded food. Some lemons and oranges, garlic and fresh ginger (some girls have to look for code on ginger - but if she doesn't, try to make eye contact). Don't need olive oil because it's already home in quantity. She leans forward with your bulb and says "Fennel?" ~ yah, she already knows ~ smile, mysteriously, your most sincere genuine nod of appreciation ~ "That'll be sixty four forty" she says, thinking that will be sixtyfourforty for dinner and some incidentals. Pay cash, for chrissakes; maybe from your shirt pocket. (You have to practice that, or really keep your cash there. I do, of course, because I'm tall and rugged no-nonsense, and practice never helps me. And I don't carry a wallet, because I don't like sitting on one, let alone losing it daily. Last summer I left it on top of a phone booth in Sprague River. I discovered that, when I tried to call my broker from the very same booth.) If you bought a single fresh flower, maybe two (NO cold remedies, for pete's sake!) ~ I say, when she says, "Have a good evening", looking right at you with your change, and turns to the next guy, I say she shuts off her register key and follows you into the parking lot. To your '87 Tercel with bin-number "684" still in big white letters on the back window.