"rainy day, dream away"

If you can, put on some Jimi or listen in your head.
When I'm telling Lauren about my day, it's so easy to describe it all and make her laugh. I can make up voices for the customers or my co-workers and take on personalities. It's harder at the computer. I need to create the visual with my words. Today is my first late shift. 3 to 11. I get to "close" which really means clean up. I'm hoping I can organize the cases for whomever is new and in the same place as me.
"Lost in the ozone"
I can't imagine there being as many different types of turkey, beef, chicken, salami, bologna, and cheese as we carry for the customers. And different manufacturers try to compete with one another, and we get to satisfy the client. Yes, I will use the word client. So much more class for someone wanting 2 dollars of "leona" or garlic bologna or buffalo chicken or white American cheese or hot souse or well done(gack) roast beef or maple coated honey smoked whatever. And they line up by the dozen sometimes just to get their packages and go home. "Don't forget the paper between the slices."
I take my breaks out in the parking lot. Sit on the wall. Watch the customers return their carts to the specified locations. Carts. Shopping carts. Here they are called "bascarts"! Are they called that in California? Did I miss something?
I get to sit for 15 minutes. maybe have a coffee. and watch. the other day, i saw a Weimaraner sitting in the shotgun seat of a car. just like a Wegman photo. He had been watching me. I actually thought he had his seat belt on. I say his, who knows what gender it was. I was so wishing I had a piece of deluxe bologna for him. As it was, the owners came. Were very friendly and gave me a treat to give him. Then on my way back into the store, I passed an SUV type vehicle with the back window open and 4 kids leaning over the back seat looking out and saying hi to all who passed. Again, like a painting. sorta Rockwell-esque.
If he had been black.