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Easy Like Sunday Morning
October 05, 2008

I love getting up early on Sunday Mornings. Everything is so quiet and I feel like I have the entire place to myself. A nice change from a normally very chaotic life. This morning was no different, except for the fact that my head did not hit the pillow until 2:12 a.m. It was a long and exhausting night of Tricking for The Masses, but even so I was wide awake at 5:45.


I needed a few things for my pantry at home so I pulled on whatever I could find without making too much noise as not to wake The Husband. Turned out to be an ensemble of should-be-thrown-out 20 year old track pants (Saying track pants makes me giggle. like they've ever seen a track...), a very faded and torn sweatshirt with some sort of paint and/or grease stain, and a pair of men's slippers that look like something Dick VanDyke wore when he came home for a cocktail. When I caught a glimpse of myself I considered changing, but I reasoned that people would forgive such an outfit at 6:30 a.m. on a Sunday morning.

The Grocery Store is a gift from God so early on a Sunday. There were maybe 6 cars in the parking lot and The Checkers are cheerful just having arrived to start their days. Everything is stocked and refreshed, and without 500 crazy folk running around I was even able to catch a little Girl from Ipanema on the sound system. It was lovely to be left alone, and not to have to jockey for a space in front of the lettuce.


As I was scanning out The Checker and I were talking about how nice the store is at that time of the morning, and she was giving me a hard time for The Mystery Stain on my sweatshirt. Much laughter was had, until Coco Chanel came on line behind me resplendant in her Sunday best, pearls and all.

I was in the middle of a giggle when I leaned back to put that little bar separater on the belt so she could put down her items when I happened to notice her looking me up and down. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Forgive the fashion statement. I dressed in the dark."

She scoffed and said, "Dark? It looks like you dressed in a cave." No smile, no chuckle. Just an eye roll and a head shake.

I was so taken aback by her lack of good humor that I gasped a little. And I started to turn away when I changed my mind and said, "Sweetheart, I had less than four hours of sleep after carving 300 pieces of prime rib for a group of vultures. You should be grateful I remembered to wear pants."


I probably should start spending my Sunday mornings in church.

Posted by Foodwhore at October 5, 2008 11:04 AM

Damn the lady was harsh. On a Sunday no less. Well I hope the rest of your day is much better.

Posted by: Jennifer in Texas at October 5, 2008 12:06 PM

I stopped going to church when I realized I was snarking on how everyone dressed - from "this ain't the prom" to "what is this? a sleepover?"
I smacked myself for being a inconsistent hypocrite who was missing the point of church.

More to the point, Coco has every right to her thoughts, but SHAME on her for sharing them.

Posted by: Lisa at October 5, 2008 12:50 PM

I looooooved working the 6 am Sunday morning shifts when I worked at the grocery store. Such a fun, calming and relaxing time so early in the morning (until the 8:30 am crankies start piling in followed by the 10 am rush where everyone thinks they are 'priveleged' b/c they are shopping so early followed by the church crowd rush until it's time to go home)

Posted by: Renee at October 5, 2008 10:22 PM

People like that are one of the reasons I hate working in a grocery store.
If it doesn't make you happy (and if you're acting like that, it clearly doesn't), or only makes you happy for the hour you're in the building and then you proceed to be an ass for the rest of the day, why are you going? you're missing the point.

/end rant.

Posted by: Sandra at October 6, 2008 02:01 AM

what an a**hole.

Posted by: selena at October 6, 2008 05:44 AM

I think she's the one that needs to be spending her Sunday mornings in church.
If she was dressed up, though, and headed there, the point is perhaps lost on her.

Posted by: Laura at October 6, 2008 06:29 AM

Oh, you sound like my kind of girl! Love the mornings and perhaps odd looking but oh so comfortable outfits.

Now, depending on my mood I would have looked that biddy up and down as she did you, then turn around and snicker to myself or; simply thank her for expressing an opinion and wish her a merry christmas; OR ask her if she really thought I gave a sh@t about what she thought...

keep on smiling!

Posted by: Isadora at October 6, 2008 08:36 AM

And you promise you aren't making this up...I can't BELIEVE someone would say that!!! Its bad enough she judged you in her head but to actually say it?!?! She didn't know your story...what if you were really poor or homeless and couldn't help the clothes you had...or what if this is a free country and you can wear whatever you want?? You know a person that judgemental can not be happy in their day to day lives, you just know it. I am a Christian and thus up on a Sunday morning to go to church (except ones like this Sunday where we shamelessly laid out and watched tv and baked cake all day long...lovely), but I do not want to like people sometimes...

Posted by: Kimberly at October 7, 2008 09:35 AM

I read somewhere a person saying..."You are a beautiful, stunning woman. That person is a troll. Don't you let her get the best of you."

Posted by: Antonella at October 7, 2008 11:37 AM

I really have to ask: why did you feel compelled to comment on her "up and down look"? Really! Screw her for judging you, instead. I work 2 retail jobs where I have to "dress" according to my employers standards. When I get to "dress" myself, I can assure you that I truly don't give a rat's posterior how or what I look like. When I go out, I'm either grocery shopping, going to the bank, or running other errands. My goal is to get stuff done as quickly as possible (frequently at odd hours), and get home to rest.
As Antonella said, "you are a beautiful and stunning woman, that woman is a troll, don't let her get the best of you"
Now, I have to go stir the stroganoff and add the 'shrooms.
Be, you, you beautiful, funny food whore!
Karen

Posted by: Karen at October 7, 2008 06:37 PM
 
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