Just call me a curmudgeon and be done with it

Thoughts while waiting to be able to put milk in my coffee at the local bakery, in line behind two women who were busy leaning on the coffee and sugar serving area chatting about their ex-husbands and experimenting with sugar in their ice tea and deciding they had put too much in:

“How nice you’re having an event. I’m having a day.”

Yes, they were having a wonderful time jawing, and gawking at the strange sights in the bakery (perfectly ordinary people, who were buying bread or eating lunch). I suppose they were exploring, checking out the chi-chi stores and the greengrocers. I was just trying to bring back bread, a slice of peach-lavendar tart, and my coffee. I’m more irritated that I forgot to buy the fresh ginger root at the greengrocers than anything else. I had vague ideas of committing ginger-fig freezer jam. The trees are getting heavy with the fruit (now turning dark purple-red-black), and it looks like I’ll have to do some small batches of different items. We also have eggs, so perhaps an fig-almond cake is possible this time. 🙂

2 Responses to “Just call me a curmudgeon and be done with it”

  1. 1 magnusmog October 12, 2009 at 5:19 pm

    I understand curmegeonliness – I got cross at the cinema when two women had the temerity to talk after the film had finished. Not during the film, but right after as the credits rolled!

    • 2 wordtapestry October 12, 2009 at 10:12 pm

      The worst is when people talk over the credits, and stand up blocking portions of the scene, and you’re waiting for that last-minute “gotcha” that seem to be piled on after the credits these days. I’ve missed so many punchlines….

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