Yesterday? Not sore.

Today? Still not.

(Writing this post, I realized that ’sore-er’ is not a real word. Write it without the dash. You’ll see.)

When I used to shop regularly at the Giant Food on Ridgely Road, one of the checkers finally asked me a question she’d been apparently dying to know the answer to: “Y’know, I see you in here two, three times a week, and whatever else you get, you’ve got two jugs of milk every time.”

Here’s my secret - I love milk. The only reason I don’t order it in the bars is because I don’t know what kind of milk I drink - I could go to the fridge and check, but I’m lazy. It’s the blue cap at Giant. That’s all I know. Once I bought milk from 7-11 because it was snowing and I don’t like driving in the snow and didn’t want to go all the way to the Gucci Giant. I bought the blue cap but it was a different milk. Blech.

Remember in ‘03, March I think, when we had the ridiculously heavy snow storm? It started late Saturday night or early Sunday morning and didn’t stop for an entire day? And it left several feet of snow and I know I, for one, was snowed in until Wednesday when I finally freed my Jeep. I didn’t have a shovel, I stole one from a neighbor, but that’s okay because he deserved it — he had a big pickup truck with a plow at the front. On Tuesday, when many of my neighbors had dug out and gone to work, they left chairs to protect their spaces. This jackass came in with his buddies, moved the chairs, plowed out the spaces all nice with his plow, then he and his buddies took the spaces. In the process of plowing, he shoved the snow onto the dumpster and the walkway to our building. (I.E., to get out or in you had to trudge through several feet of snow, or climb over a snow mountain). Anyway, he left a bunch of shovels and salt in the back of his truck and me and a few neighbors helped ourselves to his equipment as his donation to our digging our walkway (and some of our older neighbors’ vehicles) back out. I still have the shovel. It’s nice. Thank you, asshole ex-neighbor!

Oh, anyway, totally off track there. Anyway, so the forecasters had it right in their disaster predictions, so a few hours before the storm hit, I went to the grocery store (I went twice because I forgot my wallet the first time). I didn’t buy toilet paper. I didn’t buy bread, or any food. I bought four jugs of blue-cap milk. That was all I fucking needed, let me tell you, because, face it, when you’re a bachelor in an apartment without a non-biological dishwasher, eh, drink out of the jug (as I so often still do now that I have a non-biological dishwasher in my current place).

The motivating factor that encouraged me to dig out that Wednesday? Well, finish digging out, anyway … oh, right. Motivating factor? I was down to my last quarter of a jug on my last jug of milk. Eeep!

Milk. Love. It.

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I also love cat litter. Clean cat litter. For several years I’ve used primarily the generic brand at PetSmart or PetCo or whichever pet superstore is down in Towson by Calvert Hall. The pet superstore by Best Buy doesn’t have that same quality, so once a month I make the trek to Towson for two huge buckets of cat litter. Anyway, the pet superstore in Towson is opening a new location in Timonium, this weekend, I think.

I’ll go on Monday. I’d rather drive to Aylesbury Road once a month than Towson.

This, I think, says something about the lazyness of our society. But I’m not certain if, or indeed, what.