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The strangest thing, by far, about living with the Bears is that they've lived here forever. Robin Hood was living in this house when I met him. In high school. I lived not a five minute walk from here, just round the corner (the house I lived in is still there, but they took the boat* out of the front garden, and now it looks awful. That garden was landscaped around that boat, and now it's just a patch of brown grass). There's also a school right across the street. Well, across the street from the house I lived in. A bit down the road from here.
The only new development is the Albertson's behind the school. They were just starting to build it when I moved to Vegas.
The fun part of this story starts around 7am, when I got the idea to go down to the Albertson's to fetch an Amazon gift card. I'd clean forgotten the Albertson's was there until about 7am; previously, I'd been making plans to go down to the Fred Meyer's to go fetch one, but that was requiring a level of coordination lacking in this house. So, yay Albertson's! So, I got dressed and went down there, apparently forgetting the school. Which is weird, because that's the high school I went to, but that's me I guess. I get down to the supermarket and get my gift card, and by now it's about 8am. The woman at the check-out stand asked me if I wasn't about to be late for class. Maybe it was the Disneyland ballcap, or the Marvel shoulder bag, or the eyeliner (I wear big, thick-rimmed glasses. Eyeliner is a must), or perhaps a combination of the three, but apparently I still look like a teenager.
I laughed it off and told the woman that I've a reunion coming up this year, which was a tiny white lie. Mine is actually next year, but Robin Hood's is this year, so close enough. Maybe I ought to cut my hair though. I don't think this shoulder-length mane is doing me any favours in this area.
* The boat was literally in the garden, as in, an ancient wooden dinghy was buried there, so that the prow stuck up out of the ground. There was a fig tree in the boat, and a bunch of flowers and hedges around it, and it looked really cool, in that slightly over-grown sort of way. I can't see the back garden from the street, but I bet they've torn out all the fig trees and tomato plants back there, the heathens.
ETA: Apparently yesterday when Robin Hood went down to get some hard cider, the guy behind the counter told him not to bother with his ID, because the white in his beard gives him away. Robin Hood's not even a full year older than I am.
The only new development is the Albertson's behind the school. They were just starting to build it when I moved to Vegas.
The fun part of this story starts around 7am, when I got the idea to go down to the Albertson's to fetch an Amazon gift card. I'd clean forgotten the Albertson's was there until about 7am; previously, I'd been making plans to go down to the Fred Meyer's to go fetch one, but that was requiring a level of coordination lacking in this house. So, yay Albertson's! So, I got dressed and went down there, apparently forgetting the school. Which is weird, because that's the high school I went to, but that's me I guess. I get down to the supermarket and get my gift card, and by now it's about 8am. The woman at the check-out stand asked me if I wasn't about to be late for class. Maybe it was the Disneyland ballcap, or the Marvel shoulder bag, or the eyeliner (I wear big, thick-rimmed glasses. Eyeliner is a must), or perhaps a combination of the three, but apparently I still look like a teenager.
I laughed it off and told the woman that I've a reunion coming up this year, which was a tiny white lie. Mine is actually next year, but Robin Hood's is this year, so close enough. Maybe I ought to cut my hair though. I don't think this shoulder-length mane is doing me any favours in this area.
* The boat was literally in the garden, as in, an ancient wooden dinghy was buried there, so that the prow stuck up out of the ground. There was a fig tree in the boat, and a bunch of flowers and hedges around it, and it looked really cool, in that slightly over-grown sort of way. I can't see the back garden from the street, but I bet they've torn out all the fig trees and tomato plants back there, the heathens.
ETA: Apparently yesterday when Robin Hood went down to get some hard cider, the guy behind the counter told him not to bother with his ID, because the white in his beard gives him away. Robin Hood's not even a full year older than I am.
