Reports From The Check-Out Line

I desperately needed toilet paper, and food, so I stopped by the QFC at Broadway and Pike. After getting all of my required food items, and nearly forgetting the toilet paper, I made my way to the check-out line. Whenever I buy produce (or anything without a scannable barcode) I prefer to have a checker ring me up. I was next in line, and there was no one waiting behind me. After standing there for about 30 seconds, an elderly gentleman approached the line. I kindly allowed him to go ahead of me. This is where the story gets interesting (somewhat).

This gentleman was confused by my selfless gesture. He was adamant about me being entitled to be rung up next. "You've been waiting here longer," he said. After repeatedly assuring him that it was fine, he went ahead of me. He asked me what my name was, and he told me that his name was Joe Mclean. He also noted that he was 90 years old and had never been given the nice treatment I gave him. He thanked me again and went on his way. I couldn't help but feel better knowing that I made a 90 year old man's day by means of a simple selfless gesture.

Joe Mclean, you're the man.

Pike Street Smoke Shop Is Back

There used to be a smoke shop on the corner of Harvard and Pike (next to the QFC) that recently disappeared; it happened, seemingly, overnight. I was somewhat disappointed. I could easily walk there to get hookah tobacco if I didn't feel like taking the mile long trek up to the smoke shop on Broadway and Mercer. Although, in doing that, I satisfied two things: 1). I got some much needed exercise, and 2). I received excellent customer service. The gentleman who works there is very nice indeed.

Anyways, as I was walking home from downtown I noticed that the missing smoke shop is returning to its new location on Pike and Boylston (a mere single block away from its previous location). That means that whenever I'm feeling lazy, and have to make a tobacco run, I can make the five minute venture over to Pike and Boylston. Good times indeed.

Also, I was called a "punk f*ggot" after refusing to let someone use my cell phone; I was also conversing on the phone when this happened.