July 31, 2002
I worked an extra shift last night. It went really well and I can't complain because I was making the big bucks. I don't know why I don't do it more often. I guess it's easier to be lazy. I also just like to be away from the place and to sleep during the night.
I just got home from the grocery store. As I was wheeling my cart out to my car, this old man (79 to be exact) came up to me and started chatting. "You go to San Diego State, huh?," having spotted my license plate holder declaring I was at one time an Aztec. I went there, I tell him. He proceeded to talk to me for about 15 minutes. I chatted back and forth with him about San Diego, the effects of aspirin and red meat upon the heart, my sweet little Jetta that he found to be just as sweet, and so on. Many people would have been put out by having this little old man come up and talk to them. I didn't mind. I am used to it, considering that it is pretty much part of what I do every night at work. He was very sweet and obviously very lonely. I hope I made his day a little brighter. I would have stayed and chatted longer, which he wouldn't have minded, but I had groceries in the trunk. I don't think he was there to shop. He was hanging out in the Scolari's parking lot to socialize. To find someone to listen to his theories about the terrorists plans to blow up San Diego as soon as the USS Ronald Reagan comes into port and how the AMA is scamming us with all of their recent studies and findings. I guess I am glad he filled me in and that I had the time to listen.