"What will you be doing?"
"I will be stocking shelves."
"What will you be stocking the shelves with?"
"Probably chips and gum," I said.
She said, "that sounds tasty."
I said it did.
"Can I come in and meet the owner?"
"No, you can't," I said. "Maybe he'll come out after to the parking lot, and then you can say hi. Try not to scare him."
"Can I help you stack the shelves?"
"Thank you Mary, but I'll be fine, they're paying me for this."
"I want to come in."
"I promise we'll go on a drive later."
"I want to try the gum."
"Mary, you're a car."
That was the conversation this morning. Thankfully the drive up wasn't too long. Now that I've started, I'm already getting into the swing of things at my new job. I've got the aisles memorized, the chips sorted (I think). Speaking of which, did you know here the flavors are seasonal? That is, every couple months, the selection changes? It's a great idea for trying something new. Although I'm still not sure what this is:
The owner here is very nice (very busy, too), said I was allowed to take a picture of him and stick it on the webs. Uurgh, webs.
After I finished my shift, Mary asked if she could come in and say hi to the owner. I don't really know what to say to her anymore. Anyhow, we went on a drive - the clouds are gone today, everything is spectacular in view. I know Mary says she misses the roads, but I think this more than makes up for it:
It's almost a shame to add words to such beauty. The Master in his studio. Glad we could see some of it today.
It's still early summer, so there are the last of these sort of flowers about in the hills, and some in town. There's something about nature, isn't there, that we don't get in the city. Sometimes I wonder if we forget to look around because we're always looking down. Or maybe it's because of all the skyscrapers.