Busy Sunday - TCB

All I did Sunday was TCB, well until the evening, when I just reverted to coach potato, or in this case bed potato. Wait, I think the coach has properly claimed the potato association. I guess I was something of a bed eggplant. Maybe a bed aubergine. Yes, bed aubergine. While I was aubergining in my bed, I watched TV, read, and interneted. But before that I was on the move. I delayed my usual trip to the grocer by an hour as that is when I learned the photo center would open. I need to get my image captured in order to renew my passport. They claim to do instant passport photos, a service I now require. So I held off, got there at three minutes after 8, and you know that I painstakingly waited those three minutes in the truck, counting down the seconds. I wanted to make sure they had to time to get in there and open the doors, I was hoping to be in and out in short order. I had purposefully and deliberately postponed my shower so my hair would be at it's tightest form of slick when I arrived. It was all carefully planned out and executed. That is, until I got to the doors and found it locked still. What madness is this I thought? Why even bother posting hours if you aren't going to follow them?!? Three minutes is long enough for someone to dawdle. Those doors should have been open! So what could I do, my hair was loosening by the second, just the dutiful act of striding across the open parking lot had done untold damage to my minutes spent in the trick pulling the strands back into place. I was frustrated and betrayed. I decided that I would get my groceries, return with them to the truck, re-tightening a now dry and certainly curling afro of thin hair. I traversed the derailment admirably. I returned to the truck as planned, did what I could, which was not a lot. The back would now be visible in the picture, which is not desirable. The great flow that I have cultivated shouldn't follow me around the globe for the next decade. Funny now, but in seven years when I'm getting second or third scrutinous looks I will likely regret it. But in the moment it could not be helped. With considerable unease I strode back across the parking lot, opened the door and entered the empty photo center, which thankfully had decided to open. I relayed my desires to the lone employee around getting my image captured for all of time. She looked confused and said that they didn't do that there. I must have looked pretty dumbfounded with my replying expression because she immediately answered that they do that in the Photo Studio. What?!? Wal-Mart has multiple photo entities? I'm in the photo center, this should be the middle of the action picture wise in this place, it's in the name! But alas, there was a walled off section of the photo center, this was to what she was referring. Apparently this cubicle of the photo center operates at different hours than whatever her portion was, which also seemed to operate at whatever hours she saw fit.... We looked at the sign and it appeared it didn't open until after eleven. I wasn't going to wait there for two and half hours so I pulled the plug, I quit on my dream. I slinked home to cut the grass, rake it up, wash all my bedding, fold all the other washed clothes, vacuum, dust, and then make a huge lunch. I topped off my afternoon with a trip to work to drop off the mower and mix chemical for two hours. Home for food and the aforementioned bed aubergine time. All in all, it was a good day, just the one disappointment. Now I don't know when I'll complete that task, it was a crucial domino in my scheme to gain renewed government identification. I suppose I will have to find another way to peel this grape.