24 Aug 2007 06:49 pm

A Day in the Life

Woke up at 3:00 am this morning. Cat decided we were burning moonlight and should get up. Negotiation ensued… she won.

Fed the little fur ball and then booted up the ‘puter. Decided to try fixing a few of the many things wrong with it.


I can’t leave it on overnight because it locks up when my anti-virus program does its scheduled 24-hour scan. Thing also locks up every Monday afternoon for some strange reason. Once it locks up, it will continue to lock up every time it’s left idle for more than a few and the only fix is to use the Windows Restore to roll it back to a previous date. This usually takes two tries for reasons known only to God.

Decided to completely delete latest version of Firefox because it hasn’t worked right since last upgrade. Always opens multiple tabs. Won’t let you close them. Lost all my bookmarks and extensions. Only quick solution seems to be start all over with a fresh install.

After deleting Firefox and a couple of other programs I don’t use anymore, I decided I should go for broke and try to repair Windows while I’m at it. Of course I know with every ounce of my being that I’m flirting with disaster.

But then, it would sure be nice to have a clean working installation instead of continually hobbling along with semi-crippled machine.


Spent rest of morning trying to figure out how to fix it. It’s still not fixed. Probably will never be fixed.

Decided to stop and have breakfast at 5:00.

After breakfast I decided to go back to bed for a wee bit. Three hours of sleep just doesn’t work to well for me. Woke up about 9:00. Answered my email and took care of some other paperwork. Had lunch at 12:00 noon. Decided I better go to the grocery store if I expected to eat again.

Hoped in the shower to scrap off the top layer. Decided to change into the same babe-magnet ensemble I always wear… old gray tee shirt and faded shorts. Drove self to store with windows down so hair could dry in my signature insane-homeless-guy look.

It was a windy day, so between the car and the store I managed to maintain my carefree appearance.


Upon entering the store, I’m immediately smitten by Lovely Blonde Angel. Our eyes meet ever so briefly then quickly we look away. Was there something there? Was it just my imagination? We proceed on our way as though neither had really noticed.

I resist the temptation to follow Lovely Blonde Angel like a lost puppy. After all, I’m there to get groceries. I’m on a mission. So as usual, I head towards the produce section where I picked up peaches and red seedless grapes, cantaloupe and watermelon, all on sale. Bananas have gone up 4 cents.

I look up from by bargain hunting and there’s Lovely Blonde Angle just a few feet away in the bakery. Her back is to me so I risk a second look. She’s wearing very cute Capri cut jeans. Her golden hair is just kissing her shoulders. I pretend that I don’t notice.

I head for the meat section to pick up some hamburger. Just as I’m turning there’s Lovely Blonde Angel pushing her cart alongside mine. My heart leaps even though I know it is but a chance encounter. It means nothing. She doesn’t even know I exist. I continue to pretend that I don’t notice her, as well.

Carefully, as she pulls ahead, I glance her direction and notice she’s wearing a layered top… a combination of a blue over white. She is exquisite. Her complexion is like peaches and cream. Her face could only exist in a dream. Her hair is like spun gold.

She is, after all, Lovely Blonde Angel.

She turns to make a selection and I push on towards the dairy aisle. Should I speak to her? Should I try to trip her? Where’s an inkwell when you need one?

I broke down and bought a gallon of milk. Wasn’t going to buy milk. Didn’t buy it the last time… not at nearly four dollars a gallon. But they said on the news that the price was going up again, so I couldn’t resist checking to see how much it was. Noticed it hadn’t gone up yet, so decided to pick up a gallon of 2%. It might be the last milk I buy for awhile, so might as well get it while it’s only $3.83 a gallon.

I turn to look, but Lovely Blonde Angel has disappeared. I smile inwardly. I knew she wasn’t following me. I never really thought she was. That would be silly. That would never happen. I’m invisible to someone like her. I’m not one that girls ever notice.

And yet a small part of me is disappointed. A small part of me would like to be that guy just once.

I head back towards the front of the store, stopping again in the produce section to pick up two pints of Michigan blueberries and some strawberries to go with the milk.

As I’m heading for the checkout counter my heart skips. Here comes Lovely Blonde Angel in my direction. I play it cool. I maintain my composure. I know it’s just another coincidence. I select a checkout line. She gets in line one aisle over. Her back is to me. She’s looking at the magazines. There’s one person ahead of her. There’s one person ahead of me.

I unload my cart. The conveyor is moving. I glance in her direction and our eyes meet again. She looks away. Was there a smile?

It’s my turn to check out. I make small talk with the cashier. I pay. I place my bags in the cart. I turn and look. She’s gone.


11 Responses to “A Day in the Life”

  1. on 24 Aug 2007 at 8:18 pm 1.randolph said …

    Lovely Blonde Angel sure gets around … I see her almost everywhere I go .. . too. Everytime my tongue remains a tied up mess and my brain forgets English, and I see her leave my life … forever … I promise myself, next time I’m going to say (fill in the blank – it’s always quite witty … right?). But next time, I’m the same tongued-tied, drooling idiot. Makes me wonder what my wife sees in me …. Randolph

  2. on 24 Aug 2007 at 10:08 pm 2.Dean said …

    Hey Randolph,

    I know she better not find out you’re thinking about Lovely Blonde Angel…

  3. on 24 Aug 2007 at 11:21 pm 3.randolph said …

    Funny thing, Dean, 15 years ago, my wife was that Lovely Blonde Angel. Instead of being tongue-tied and feeling my heart beat in my throat during our first, chance meeting, I was uncharacteristically charming, witty, profound, erudite (George Clooney, Matt Damon, Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Sean Connery … all wrapped in one, I assure you)… everything she apparently wanted to hear because two months later, we were married … and have been ever since. Interestingly, nothing like that had happened before to me … or, has happened, since. Perhaps, this is anecdotal proof that men are genetically hardwired for monogamy? My wife and I both wonder what happened to that fantastic guy whom we both met briefly during our short courtship. This seems to happen to other couples, too. Perhaps, it is a blessing the “transformation” hasn’t happened to you … yet. Probably will … when you least expect it. Good luck!


  4. on 25 Aug 2007 at 7:30 am 4.jmb said …

    Well it sure made grocery shopping interesting, if nothing else. Ah computer problems! I had trouble with Firefox, my favourite browser, for a while and was forced to use IE which I hate. But I didn’t uninstall it and next time it updated itself automatically it worked and I was a happy camper.
    Sometimes, well most of the time actually, my computer is a complete mystery, although I am getting better and more daring.

  5. on 25 Aug 2007 at 4:38 pm 5.Dean said …

    jmb: Sometimes grocery shopping is the highlight of my week.

  6. on 25 Aug 2007 at 5:23 pm 6.Chrysalis Angel said …

    Well, I’m not Blonde Angel, but I’ve found your site. (snicker)

    Too funny…For Heaven’s sakes man, next time say something..just say hello or something…

    I’m going to put you on my sidebar. I love sites that put a smile on my face.

  7. on 26 Aug 2007 at 12:19 pm 7.Terry at Counting Sheep said …

    Nice read on a Sunday morning (oops, it’s afternoon already!) I was wondering how your story would end, and the only thing that would have been sadder is if when you looked for her that final time she was being greeted by her big burly husband.

    Next time, bump into her cart, for sure (if there is a next time – but there always is! Hope springs eternal!) You just never know….

  8. on 26 Aug 2007 at 4:12 pm 8.Ben USN (Ret) said …

    Hi Dean!
    If you see Blonde Angel again (or Redheaded Angel, or Brunette Angel, Blue Hair Angel, etc.), try asking about a product in her cart (except for feminine products of course).

    I saw it in a movie once, so it might work.
    Tripping probably won’t work, although it does in the movies. Especially if the tripping results in an injury of some sort.

    Or you can try my method. But that’s a long shot.
    Throwing up and going to sleep in a park after gettin’ drunk on your ass, and almost gettin’ rolled by a hobo doesn’t appeal to most Angels. :^)

    Good luck, and remember this Ancient Sailor Proverb: chivalry rules!

  9. on 26 Aug 2007 at 11:11 pm 9.Dean said …

    Hey CA, Terry and Ben,

    I’d probably have a shot with Blue Hair Angel. 🙂

  10. on 27 Aug 2007 at 4:56 pm 10.PalMD said …

    I hope you maintained good back-friendly posture while sitting at your computer, pushing your cart, and following my wife.

  11. on 27 Aug 2007 at 9:55 pm 11.Dean said …

    PalMD, Nothing happened, honest, I swear! 🙂

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