Tonight I went on the hunt for more boxes. I think I am using so many boxes this move because I've been packing in liquor store boxes and they are pretty small. The big cake pans and other large items just don’t fit very well in boxes that size and well hey, those are pretty darned important pans.
I stopped and got a few pretty good boxes at Kroger, but was kindly directed to come during the day, as that is when most of the groceries get restocked. Interesting fact for those desiring to put everything they own in cardboard any time soon, or make yourself a cozy little place to rest your head.
So off to Wal*Mart, I needed milk and cereal anyway (yes Kelly…I caved. Without cereal this week I will starve.) So I am sitting in the parking lot talking to the Mom (hi mom) and I notice this man get out of his vehicle. He was parked kitty corner to my right on the row facing my car. I only noticed him because he was smoking and I could see his cigarette smoke (yuck!). After finishing my chat with Mom I head in to get the unnecessaries and hopefully a few large boxes.Boxes were a bust: I was about an hour early I figured since they were still hauling items in from the back. I meandered around and found one guy bringing a huge load of empties back to the back, but they were the non-collapsible kind, so I could only get four of those. No worries, I still had a few things to look for and I would check back around the store for more. Now, through this entire 35 minutes I had been in the store thus far the cigarette smoking guy from the parking lot met me on nearly every aisle I was on. Watching me very intently. Eye contact and everything!
Creepy! So I got down to the point where the only other thing I needed was milk and I still needed more boxes so I went to check out some other items. Fast forward about 20 minutes and I returned to grocery to retrieve my milk and a few mediocre boxes from frozen foods and head to the only open register.
(Where, I might ad, the woman working the register did not say one single word to me. Not. One. I was cordial, smiled, handed her my recycle bag and she just looked at me like I was asking her to delivery my milk, cereal, candy (for the movers) and Twizzlers (for me!) to my apartment. Ridiculous!)
Sure, stalkers can be a great thing to keep around when you want them there, but Nicki reminded me…those aren’t stalkers…they are BOYFRIENDS. Check.
On a happy note. I was going through a basket of this & that on the shelf, deciding what to toss or what to keep and look who I found:
Kelly gave me that friendly little gum ball machine ages ago. Technically tonight he is a Dark Chocolate M&M Machine, but sitting amongst the cardboard, he is sure a welcomed and cheerful site. They are, of course, for anyone, who out of the goodness of their heart, comes to help me pack/move/do the dishes.