You know I'm shallow.
Nothing spectacular this time around, but it is almost a sin to leave empty-handed.
I mean – driving halfway across the state, dodging weekday traffic (on a Friday no less), searching for decent parking spots – it had all better be worth the trouble. Limited floor space, limited choices – but I guess it is up to us to make the best out of it.
In any case, it was a sombre but somewhat funny affair. The library-like silence was occasionally broken by a children’s book that kept making various animal sounds, eliciting giggles and amused glances all around.
I recognised no one, but bumped into the same few persons at almost every aisle – we would politely make way and dance out of each other’s reach, steal quick looks at the day’s catch, then quietly continue our browsing. If I were that paranoid, I would have thought they were stalkers.
I still have books unread from my previous trips; heck, if I do not get to them promptly, I will soon end up with a warehouse in my own room.
(But it makes my one-week break from work very enjoyable, if not productive. I really should do this disappearing act more often.)
It’ll feel like it should.
Knock me over.