Sugar Baby

While in the grocery store during lunch hour a little while ago, a baffled older man stopped me in the baking aisle and pointed to the bags of sugar.

Man: Excuse me, can you help me out?
Me: Uh, sure.
Man: Are all these sugars the same? Which one do I get?
Me: Do you just want plain white sugar?
Man: Yes, just plain sugar! There are so many!
Me: These here are all the same; just different brands. So any of these will work.
Man: But the pricing is all different!
Me: You can always look right here and see how much it costs per pound, then compare those prices.
Man: So, I can get this one? [holding up a bag of sugar]
Me: Yep.
Man: Thank you! You know what? You should work here!
Me: Ha ha, thanks, I have another job already.
Man: I'm serious, though, you should really work here. You're very helpful and knowledgeable.
Me: I'll keep that in mind.
Man: You should definitely get a job here.

So, if my current job goals fall short, I apparently have a backup career plan in Albertson's customer service. Which, after teaching, editing, and banking, is the fourth most popular career path for English majors, so I'd be in good company.

I'm itchy to travel. I want to go somewhere on an airplane and go to some new restaurants and stay in a hotel and get lost in a city and visit with some friends. I want to own something that I can say I bought in a different city. I want to eat some food I'll be able to be nostalgic about in a few months. I want to upload pictures to flickr whose two dimensional effect won't do anything for others, but will transport me immediately to the entire surroundings of the place. I know it's primarily because of finances, but I wonder why I don't travel more. I always thought I would be one who travels, but apparently I am one who sits at home a lot and wishes I were traveling. That makes me sad. I still have a trip on JetBlue somewhere out east from when my December trip was cancelled, so perhaps I will have to head out there soon. Maybe in the spring when the weather is lovely again and everyone's in love with the east coast.

I think my crazy pilates instructor has successfully convinced me to come to a belly dancing class at lunch today. She's been begging people to come for weeks and promises that the class will be mostly pilates and yoga moves. I guess if I can't travel, I can still humiliate myself at lunchtime gym classes.

Y'all! Do you want me to tell you the answers to the game challenge or do you want more time? Here are some hints: there are two guesses for the eyes that I would technically accept. The mouth is from a guy. The eyebrows are from a guy on one of my favorite prime-time comedies. The chin, it is pointy.