PAY IT FOREARD

 I was just telling ange that I was buying a sub sandwich at Subway the other day.  There was a kid in front of me in the line up...probably 15ish.  He had on a Fifa type shirt and when he spoke he had either a British or Australian or South African accen

  The two Indian (east) men working there asked the kid something and after he answered the men became visibly excited.  I couldn't understand any of their convo but it obviously was sports oriented and kinda famous.  Anywhoo, he moved on and got his sandwich and left.  

When I got to the til no-one came to help.  After a minute or two the cashier came and asked, 'Can I help you?"  Weird.  So I said yes I need to buy my sammich.  And she said that the young man ahead of me paid for mine.  I was gobsmacked!!!  I have done this but never had it done for me before.  I dashed out of the store to see if I could find him and thank him but he was gone.  Made my day!!!  (penguin shovel)

Ange and I have decided that we MUST leave this house once a week!  We just sit at home and do housey things and read and tv and laptop and phone.  That's it.  And we love it.  

Yesterday, being Friday our chosen day from now on to go out, we decided to go have lunch at Smitty's then go to No Frills.  We had a wonderful lunch and a fantastic visit about stuff we don't usually talk about.  I felt like Housewives of Port Alberni, avoiding carbs and gossiping.

 But we had to cancel No Frills.  I had to go home for reasons some of you can guess at.  But we plan on doing this every Friday.  Not the lunch part.  Too many carbs no matter what you order.

  I ordered the chef's salad, delicious but....so we will be going to the Steampunk coffee shop for coffees.  We love it there and then a trip to No Frills.  Like you all wanted to know that, right? Big sigh.  I have no life.

On that cheerful note...it reminds me of what Kevin said when we all got locked down during covid.  'I have been waiting for this my whole life.'  hahahaha!!!!!  He and I are truly able to be basement dwellers.  Pyjamma bottoms, ratty t-shirt, and sink to the lowest level and stay there.  Heavenly!

Well enough rambling for one post.  Have fun these next few days.  TFL & TTYL

Life is like a sandwich!
Birth as one slice,
and death as the other.
What you put in-between
the slices is up to you.
Is your sandwich tasty or sour?

Alan Rufus