It snowed on Saturday and the six hours of smelling wrestlers in the gym exhausted T and me. After the grappling, we sought naps, not more time in the company of people. So, instead of going to Costco on Saturday, I went on Sunday. Happily, there was no shortage of strange sightings to behold.
1. A man in camo shorts, dress shoes, and a sweatshirt pushing a cart full with a toddler and average food items. Had he run out of suitable clothes for shopping? Come from a church-related hunting outing? It’s so hard to know.
2. A different man in cargo shorts, hiking boots, a winter hat and a heavy parka. Again, I am forced to wonder exactly where he had been or where he was headed.
In both instances, I must also admit: my son wears shorts all year, pretty much no matter the weather. Is he going to be one of those men someday?
3. Two men haranguing their disinterested wives, who were filling their carts with your usual Costco items.
4. Countless examples of leggings. Internet, I believe I have made myself clear on this matter.
In the interest of full disclosure, my cart contained the following items: 5 cartons of ultra-pasteurized half & half (Mama’s coffee needs are met through February); a 3-pack package of organic chicken breasts; 1 bin of fresh blueberries; 2 loaves of bread; and a 5-pack of men’s deodorant. I was not wearing leggings.
Oh, New Jersey.