I learned long ago working in convenience stores and in a retail pet store that if a customer is spending a lot of time watching the clerk, then he or she is most likely up to something no good. A man was in my department early this morning and every time I looked up from my laptop he was watching me to see if I was watching him. Fortunately, almost all items in the electronics department have RFID (radio frequency identification devices) chips in them. Anything he would steal would set off the alarms at the front doors as he walked out. This didn’t stop him from eyeing me closely, though.
“Do you need any help?” I finally asked him.
“Oh, I am just browsing,” he told me looking passingly at all the cellphones we had on display.
I finally ignored him and would just let him do his worst – expecting the loud glaring noise of the alarms going off as he left which never happened. I guess he got cold feet.
Jim showed up again around 3am to purchase his deli sandwich and orange juice. We talked a lot about reforming Social Security. He said his worst fears were that a Republican administration would get in the next election cycle and privatize it. I echoed his fears. I assuaged his worries some telling him Social Security was solvent into the 2030’s. We still have lots of time for reform.
It was another very slow night, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t sleep very well yesterday and was groggy all night – drinking lots of diet sodas to stay awake. I spent much of my time this early morning learning all the myriad of cellphone service plans we have to offer – my weakest link to my job in electronics.
Mom stopped by last night with two big containers of chicken fajitas, chips and salsa and two of the largest cups of sweet tea you have ever seen. The hot and fresh fajitas smelled so good that I left the mushroom and chicken in the fridge choosing to save it for tonight. Stacey and I ate our meals and soon curled up in the bed to “talk”. It was a one sided conversation as just lay on the bed and listened to all of Stacey’s worries and fears – mainly about her children. She doesn’t get to see them as often as she would like with her mom living near Atlanta. She has to work all the time and it is hard to schedule visits.
“I’ve been thinking of getting a vasectomy,” I told Stacy at one point getting in my two cents. “I’ve been musing over this idea for many weeks now. I don’t think I ever want children of my own.”
Stacey grew alarmed saying that if we were to get married then she would like to have a child by me. She pleaded with me not to do anything rash that I would regret later. We will just have to see how I feel about it in a few more months.
Tomorrow is the Big Day…
“Monte is driving us down in my sister’s van Thursday,” Mrs. Florene told me on the phone last night. “I am so excited I am about beside myself. I have just been so stir-crazy for many months without George home. I spent some time cleaning his room and washing his sheets today in preparation. I also got his Internet service hooked back up.”
“Tell Monte the prison is easy to find,” I told Mrs. Florene. “Just take a right at the Atmore exit and the prison will be on the left a few miles down the road.”
“Do you think he will get parole?” Mrs. Florene asked me, wanting words of encouragement.
“Yeah,” I said. “I think he will. I have the highest hopes that we will have him home this weekend.”
George’s letters from jail lately have been so optimistic. He says he paces his jail cell passing his days in excitement and nervousness – loving the intermissions for meal call. He wrote me yesterday saying that one of his biggest joys this past few months was getting my often daily blog posts I have been mailing him. That made me feel so good.