Sights and Sounds

I apologize; I haven’t kept up with this blog. And with all of my excuses of being too busy, I’m sorry to say that I’ve been in Conroe for most of the past couple of weeks. But now I’m back out on site. This time I’m sitting in Cameron, TX, a short hour drive from CS where I’m staying.

Other then enjoying my time in the city I live in and my weekly trips to CS, I haven’t been doing a whole lot. I made the trip to SA to see the Elite Eight (wish my Ags would have been in it). I vacuumed my apartment for the first time and was able to buy groceries that I stayed around long enough to eat.

As I told a couple of people, I hate the Wal-Mart in Conroe. It is the most unhappy, wretched place in the nation. I would much rather do my shopping in the friendly Wal-Marts located in Montgomery or The Woodlands. What keeps me coming back however, is the sheer curiosity of what I may encounter this time. Well I made a list last week of the sights I encountered. Allow me to summarize it:

1. And old lady having an old lady conversation on the phone by the milk. It went a little something like this, “What’s that you say? Hold on, this darned hearing aid’s going out…. Ok, now what? No…Wal-Mart. No, Wal-Mart! Wal…Wal-Mart! I said I’m at Wal-Mart!’
2. A man wearing Chef clothes over his Wal-Mart uniform, standing by the lobster tank repeatedly poking the lobsters with his finger.
3. A lady that I accidentally startled by walking past her. “Oh goodness!” she said as she grabbed her heart. Sorry lady, didn’t realize I would scare you by walking past you in a crowded grocery store. There are others around I hope you know… I’ll pick up some Anxiety Medicine for you when I head back to the pharmacy.
4. A cashier that checked me out without ever really making eye contact with me or speaking to me. She did however scream/sing, “I Ain’t Going To Heaven When I Die!” as I approached. And then holler out behind me “WOOOO! It’s the buggy patrol!” as I walked out with my shopping cart.
5. The guy in charge of corralling shopping carts was hanging from the tree while sporting his orange vest.

Strange place. Stay away.

That’s all I got for you. I’ll be spending the week until Wednesday afternoon somewhere between Cameron and College Station. Feels like home. Lots of people are missing though. If y’all have to move away from College Station, the least you could do is come to Conroe. I can still get you that job at Lenny’s Deli if anyone’s interested…