Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Tennis and Golf?
I had my first non-Fernald tennis league match yesterday, which I lost to a guy named Amal, who I was almost positive I would beat. I saw him play against Brendan the day before (initially, we planned to play after that match, but he was too tired) and I think he hit about 6 of his 10 shots into the bottom of the net. Yesterday, as he was landing drop shot after drop shot on me, I was wondering where that guy was. Apparently, his alter ego decided to come out instead. Anyway, I'm 0-2 now in the league, so I better beat someone soon. Connie Varoudakis, I'm looking in your direction.
I went to Target after work yesterday and, as usual, left with something that I had no intention of buying beforehand (ex: I need cereal and some envelopes. Hey, look at those cool shoes! This CD player is just what I've been looking for! Etcetera). So yeah, I went in for tennis balls and I ended up with a golf club, a polo shirt, and tennis balls. I couldn't resist the golf club, a putting wedge -- like a regular putter, but with an angled face to help clear the taller grass -- which was reasonably priced at $9.99.
As the items were rung in, I prepared to pay.
Cashier Lady: You play golf, huh?
Mestee: Yes.
Cashier Lady: And tennis?
Mestee: Yeah.
As she rang in my shirt, I half expected her to say "You wear shirts, huh?", but then she took the conversation in a new and unexpected direction.
CL: My legs are tired.
Me: Uh, oh yeah?
CL: Yeah, they get like this when I stand up for a while.
Me: Oh, that's too bad.
CL: Yeah. I wish I could just go home.
Me: Uh, okay.
I'm not sure if she was looking for me to take over for her behind the register, but I'm sure she wouldn't have objected.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about this other lady I saw near the sports and games department. She was apparently waiting for her daughter and young grandkids to finish up their shopping, but instead of standing, she chose to plop down on a shelf about 6 inches off the ground. This woman looked shy of 60 years old, though not shy of 200 lbs. Okay, maybe she was really tired or had bad feet or something. For this reason, I chose not to internally mock her. But then, as I passed by, she leaned over towards the carriage, grabbed a big bag of potato chips, then opened the bag and started eating them as she sat on the shelf. Perhaps I should have wheeled over a flat screen and a DVD player from the electronic department, in case she wasn't feeling completely at home. Maybe an ottoman to rest your feet on, ma'am? I feel like a scene of this nature could only unfold at a Target. Or a Walmart. They're one and the same, as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, the lady overcharged me for the golf club and the shirt, so I have to go back there today. I'll probably end up buying a bowling ball and a garden hose.
Though I'm not a true Star Wars geek, I thought I'd share this and this in honor of the opening day. Jack, a psuedo Star Wars geek, will be attending the midnight showing tonight, though he will not be dressed as a storm trooper. If he'd like to review the movie, I'll post it here for you.
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I went to Target after work yesterday and, as usual, left with something that I had no intention of buying beforehand (ex: I need cereal and some envelopes. Hey, look at those cool shoes! This CD player is just what I've been looking for! Etcetera). So yeah, I went in for tennis balls and I ended up with a golf club, a polo shirt, and tennis balls. I couldn't resist the golf club, a putting wedge -- like a regular putter, but with an angled face to help clear the taller grass -- which was reasonably priced at $9.99.
As the items were rung in, I prepared to pay.
Cashier Lady: You play golf, huh?
Mestee: Yes.
Cashier Lady: And tennis?
Mestee: Yeah.
As she rang in my shirt, I half expected her to say "You wear shirts, huh?", but then she took the conversation in a new and unexpected direction.
CL: My legs are tired.
Me: Uh, oh yeah?
CL: Yeah, they get like this when I stand up for a while.
Me: Oh, that's too bad.
CL: Yeah. I wish I could just go home.
Me: Uh, okay.
I'm not sure if she was looking for me to take over for her behind the register, but I'm sure she wouldn't have objected.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about this other lady I saw near the sports and games department. She was apparently waiting for her daughter and young grandkids to finish up their shopping, but instead of standing, she chose to plop down on a shelf about 6 inches off the ground. This woman looked shy of 60 years old, though not shy of 200 lbs. Okay, maybe she was really tired or had bad feet or something. For this reason, I chose not to internally mock her. But then, as I passed by, she leaned over towards the carriage, grabbed a big bag of potato chips, then opened the bag and started eating them as she sat on the shelf. Perhaps I should have wheeled over a flat screen and a DVD player from the electronic department, in case she wasn't feeling completely at home. Maybe an ottoman to rest your feet on, ma'am? I feel like a scene of this nature could only unfold at a Target. Or a Walmart. They're one and the same, as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, the lady overcharged me for the golf club and the shirt, so I have to go back there today. I'll probably end up buying a bowling ball and a garden hose.
Though I'm not a true Star Wars geek, I thought I'd share this and this in honor of the opening day. Jack, a psuedo Star Wars geek, will be attending the midnight showing tonight, though he will not be dressed as a storm trooper. If he'd like to review the movie, I'll post it here for you.
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