daily snickles

I thought that the two Lombard Fred Meyers were the bomb-diggity when it came to trashy clientele. Until, that is, I went to the Gateway Fred Meyer. Please notice that the customer ahead is buying a pony. A very large pony. I also saw: a black grandma with strawberry colored hair (and a dick), a 25-year-old girl in the U-Scan line who was about to to fall asleep on her feet, eyes atwitch to show that she was enjoying some intense substance, a dude with hip waders and a wife-beater, and on and on.

When you buy a pony in a blizzard (originally $300, marked down to $80), you want to protect it. Here, the pony is wrapped in shopping bags. Once we got outside, Simon (in red here) complimented the gentleman on his purchase as it was ferried home through the snow and ice in a shopping cart. I think he was trying to atone for my rudeness in snapping three pictures of the transaction.

This is Blanche, snowed in on Willis. It took about an hour between me and Chris to dig her out on Tuesday for my mad dash to Eugene with Stephanie. The only problem was that our mad dash took 7.5 hours. But we made it.

Chris, clearing the steps on Willis. Mother Hall and I used positive reinforcement to encourage similar behavior in the future.