Best wishes and a long happy future together to them both!)
Yesterday morning I was in the Y for a much-needed stint on the treadmill. All this indoor living is taking its toll; somehow I’m both restless and lethargic.
The Today show was going strong on the TV mounted on the wall and I untangled my new earbuds. I’m unhappy with these new ones – the sound is tinny and they won’t stay in – but my others were beginning to zap me with sudden little shocks. Great for keeping you alert, but I could end up with an aversion for any form of exercise.
Matt Lowry and Savannah Guthrie were standing in the cold with screaming fans and my attention drifted from the Post Office across the street, over to the traffic going by, and then to the next row of treadmills in front of me. Only two were occupied. One by a slim young woman who could easily power
her machine were hooked to their power grid. The other by a smallish man, maybe
late 50s. Unlike everyone else in their sneakers and exercise togs, he was
wearing crisp navy blue shorts with a dark stripe down the side, a pale blue
shirt, black socks, and black orthopedic shoes.
A mailman. Why was he there? I wondered if postal workers receive bonus pay after so many miles and he was tacking a few more onto the company pedometer. Or maybe he was some kind of walk-aholic. Talk about your busman’s holiday.
Later that day I decided to run into Macys at the nearby mall. I hadn’t been there for months. This mall, one of the first in the area, is no longer the upscale shopping venue it was when it began. Still, it’s handy if you just want to run in for one or two basic items.
I entered the store and the first thing to greet me was a large man just standing there, scanning the store. He was wearing a bright red jacket and when he turned I could see, “Macys Security” emblazoned across the back. Subtle.
Whatever happened to secret store police? I’d much rather they’d use those “shoppers” who skulk around watching for shoplifters. I’m not sure I want to frequent a business so beleaguered they have to post bouncers in the middle of the aisle. I felt less safe, not more. Instead of indulging myself by checking out the sale racks and poking through the jewelry, I bought my one item and got the heck out of Dodge.