life is skittles

and life is beer.

srsly, its so nice out that i could see the line for zingermans from my front door. as a cashier you learn to love the weather because it affects everybody, and thus, everybody can talk about it. so, when it hits that magical time of customer interaction when the credit card machine is FOREVER to print a receipt and things are getting awkward as we wait, it's helpful to have something so proletariat/ working class/ everyman as the weather to talk about.

i'm apparently not the only customer service representative who feels this way; the girl behind the bread counter at zmans remarked that she was "totally over winter. been putting up with it for too long now, and i'm glad it's out of my life, even briefly." and i had to run with it, "you know, i actually miss winter. i know its only been gone 9hrs but really, is winter actually that bad?"

yes, yes it is. it gets really cold. it gets cold enough to persuade me not to do things/ go places. it gets so cold that i wear 4 gloves, which is twice as many gloves as i have hands. it gets so cold that the first room i visit in any building is the bathroom so i can blow my nose and not pester an unwitting public with sniffling.

i'm going to miss zingerman's a lot when i move. excluding the catholic church across the street, it's the closest business to my apartment.