Yesterday I was doing my usual thing. Chatting it up a bit at usual places. Avoiding the kitchen for some reason, most likely the heat. I'm just flat not into cooking right now for awhile and especially not making messes that I must clean up myself. I'd rather somebody else do all that. It's a phase.
My backpack is already filled with two large Philadelphia style cheese and steak sandwiches, and from the corner bodega a large prepared salad and a half gallon of milk. So there is not enough room in the backpack for a 12-pack of Coke. That must be carried separately back home. The whole thing is an experiment in carrying things. The experiment went poorly. The effort needs work.
Everyone at the bottle shop, the last stop, are newly employed there. Lurch is gone and it's taken three people to replace him. I sign the electronic charge pad on its slippery surface inside its tiny frame, the whole thing is bogus and a poor way to sign things. My signature slags off to mere scribble.
"Oh Jeeze. My signature gets worse every year."
I always say that. It's the charge card pad, not my handwriting deteriorating, but I blame myself anyway just to be conversational.
"That's okay. It's not important. The more idiosyncratic the better. That's what thing looks at."
How odd. I had just used that word on my last post elsewhere.
"Well, look at you."
"What?"
"Idiosyncratic." As if that were an unusual word. Because it is an unusual word heard in that shop in that situation.
"Hey, I may be just a liquor store clerk but that doesn't mean I can't read my Word-A-Day calendar."
The idea struck me as hilarious. Is he joking or what? No, he's serious. I was not expecting anything so funny. The image of this young man learning words from a calendar, opposed to, say, reading, then using newly found words conversationally was exquisitely amusing. And charming. I chuckled at that the rest of the way home. Somebody gave him the calendar and he actually uses it.
I thought you might like this. It seems to me such a calendar would be cute and rather useless to you. To all of you. The sort of thing a friend or family might give you thinking, "Oh, they like words so they'll certain to like this word calendar." Not quite understanding, and no arrogance intended here, you could easily write such a calendar.