Not much going on
last few days. Focus has been on needlepoint and hitting 25 miles on the indoor
bike to qualify for 2017’s Pedal for the Medal.
After putting in tomorrow’s
miles, I do believe I’ll take my needlepoint down to the Community Room to see
for myself what The Baker just told me – when, returning from the market. I ran
into her at the mailbox, about the Activity Director having changed her
days/hours to make herself available to police Pizza Tuesday.
been so many complaints about the old people acting like wild animals that,
last week, she came in and took control. Instead of the old folks bum rushing
the guys bringing the pizzas in, before the guys could even put them down, she
made everyone sit and wait. The Baker said people kept trying to stand up and
walk towards, but Activity Director told them to SIT.
In addition, Activity
Director announced there would be no opening boxes, inspecting/touching pizzas
dropping them to the floor.
I wasn’t clear on how
the folks got to choose the kind of pizza they were interested in, since they
can’t open the box. Was the Activity Director labeling the boxes? Was she
opening and calling out? I wasn’t sure what The Baker was saying about that;
but she did say Activity Director enforced the “only allowed ONE” rule, but saying
that, after everyone was allowed to partake. if there were pizzas left over
later in the day, residents could return and have at what was left.
The Baker said the
old folks didn’t like being reigned in.
I’m sure they didn’t,
but Pizza Tuesday now sounds like the greatest show on earth to watch, so I’m
thinking of going down tomorrow to witness for myself.
Tomorrow was also to
be the Father’s Day Bagel Breakfast, but was changed to a 1:00 potluck because
Activity Director finally saw what I thought was obvious – that a bagel
breakfast during pizza delivery time wasn’t smart.
Activity Director is bringing
in sandwiches, sodas, and is requesting side dishes.
Because of my gut
problems, potlucks are no longer fun for me. About the only thing that doesn’t
cause a bad gut reaction are veggies, so I dunno. I’ll decide tomorrow and, if
I do decide to attend, I’ll pick up a veggie tray at the deli.
Had a disturbing incident
at the market this morning.
I usually carry a
pocket Taser when leaving the complex, had placed it on the counter by the door, but was
halfway to the car before realizing I’d forgotten to pocket it.
Thinking no big deal, it's middle of the day and I'm only going as far as the market, I opted not to go back
upstairs to retrieve.
Big mistake because,
while shopping in the veggie department, something caused me to look up whereupon
I saw this tall good-looking brother walking into the market. Thinking nothing
in particular about him, other than having seen him, I went on about my business.
Once I’d finished
shopping, I was walking down an isle heading for the checkout when, yet again,
something struck me causing me to stop and look over at a rack of magazines. It
was then I noticed he was right behind me, so close as to be in my space. He’d
been so stealth, so quiet, I never knew he was there, but seeing him so close
to me with no cart, no groceries in his arms, I felt uncomfortable and frowned
at him with a quizzical look on my face like what are you up to.
Seeing I was onto
him, he tried to play it off by nonchalantly passing me, then feigning
interest in the magazines, stopping in front of my cart, middle of the isle, blocking exit to where
I couldn’t move without squeezing past him, putting myself in a position where he could cop a feel or whatever it was he was up to.
This was when I could
see he wasn't a street bum. He was nicely dressed, had an expensive man bag on his
shoulders and sized him up not as a purse snatcher but a pervert type.
Would have been a
good time to pull out the pocket Taser but, since I’d left it on the counter, I
backed away to the opposite end of the isle, turned around and took a different route to
Once at checkout, I
looked around to see where he was and saw him outside the store and kept an eye on him.
The checker and the
bagger were looking at me, wondering what I was looking at, and I told them how
the guy had stalked and cornered me in the isle. The bagger offered to escort me to my car,
but I said the guy knew I was onto him and appears to have left the lot.
I cautiously headed
to my car, looking right, looking left, looking behind and, just as I reached
the car, spotted him sitting not too far away on a grassy knoll.
If the store security
cameras were on me at that time, they probably thought I was nuts, because I
immediately ducked down, so he couldn’t see me, quietly quickly got groceries in the
car, while still in the ducked down position, and was safely locked in the car
when I saw him get up, cross the street and go sit under a tree near one of the
businesses across the street.
For sure, I won’t be
leaving the pocket Taser behind again … ever. It was an incident that gave me pause at the time, but now, after having thought about it, I've developed a headache and the shakes; which I take as my instincts telling me that guy was a bad man with bad intentions.