Saturday night is gonna be alright

[muckefuck]

Drama at the grocery today. I needed Coke for cocktail night, so I picked up ingredients for the coffee cake the Old Man plans to make tomorrow while I was there. A smiling Slavic grandmother let me go ahead of her in the checkout line. I don't know what the source of tension was between the cashier and the customer ahead of me, but suddenly the former was saying, "I don't have to check you out, you can go right to customer service." At that point, my intuition told me I might get sucked in, so I perked up my ears. That way, when the customer, having gone off in a huff, turned around and said, "DID YOU CALL ME A BITCH?" I could confirm for the cashier that in fact she had not.

Slavic Grandma was emollient, repeating, "Just keep smiling and let her go." As I was leaving the store, I saw the customer again holding a cloth to one of her nostrils and asking an employee if she could get another bottle of wine because "I dropped mine, that's how upset I was." Just outside the entrance there was a huge pool of red wine studded with shattered green glass. In all the excitement, I forgot to buy butter and had to go back for it.

I'm having my usual mixed feelings about tonight's cocktails. If everyone shows up who's spoken to me about it, it will be quite a crowd, which makes me a little apprehensive. All things being equal, I'd rather just watch Veronica Mars with monshu, but that's why I began scheduling these things in the first place: Because left to mine own devices, I'd always come up with an excuse not to be social.

Comments

[come-to-think.livejournal.com]

"Coke for cocktail night"! That takes me right back. The last time I had Coke in a cocktail was 31 December 1954, with another Caltech freshman, a Venezuelan who like me was on campus over the holiday. We had signed up to sell programs at the Rose Parade, which meant we had to get up at the crack of dawn, but all the same we insisted on welcoming the New Year. The materials at hand were rum & Coke.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

We have one semi-regular and that's all he drinks. I offered him a cuba libre but he declined the lime.