Trader Joe's has the most talkative cashiers. And for some reason they like to analyze me. For instance one time a girl was like "You're not from around here." And I'm like "No, I'm from North Carolina." And she was like "I could tell. I'm from Texas, and I can hear your accent." Which to me is complete malarky, because I have such a neutral voice. But whatevs. Today the guy ringing me up was bald and kinda creepy.
Him: Are you working or are you a student?
Me: Student.
Him: I can tell. You shop like one.
He proceeds to ring up my guacamole and chocolate covered pretzels. I guess that doesn't exactly scream put together professional adult. This made me consider my cart: raspberries, lemons, taco seasoning, peppers, frozen chocolate covered bananas. It looks very much like "Hey I like this! And this! I'll buy it!" None of it looks like real person food.
He then asks me what I'm studying, blah blah. And then was like "Hey do you watch a lot of movies?" I suppose I do. Then he was like "Have you heard of the one where the girls start like a sex hotline?" Of course he chooses that movie to talk about. And sadly I knew exactly which one he was referring to, because I pass the movie poster all the time.
After the shopping experience I really wanted to bake, because I'm on my period, and that's what I do. And I need any excuse to use a stick of butter as a microphone while singing Toto's Pamela.
Lemon Apple Cinnamon Muffins with a center of Aunt Debbie's delicious homemade strawberry jam
Perfect September recipe: End of summer - strawberry and lemon - with fall - apples and cinnamon. BAM.
Oh hey in awesome news I finally got a dentist appointment for tomorrow. I made the appointment through Zoc Doc, and the place had to reschedule and Zoc Doc has called and emailed me to apologize. I didn't really mind, but they sent me a $10 Amazon gift card anyway. Holla.
Also enjoy the cuteness of hipster Sophia:
There's nothing cuter than a hipster baby.
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