A taste of Parisian shops

One thing i love to do is window shop, looking at all the displays and interesting items that catch my eye. Here's a few things that we saw in Paris storefront windows.
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It really wasn't my afternoon

Mom came over to take me to the grocery store and drug store. The drug store had really long lines with only 2 clerks at the checkouts while i was there though another one finally opened just as i was finishing. Over at the grocery store there only seemed to be two aisles plus the express one open. And both of those regular ones had clerks that i am pretty sure were very new to the job. The first one, a young man, was messing about with huge wads of cash. I don't really know if the customer ahead of me was cashing a cheque or getting a huge amount of cash back, i just don't know. But the lad and another one were trying to count and add up and seemed to be having a bit of trouble. Maybe not enough fingers and toes. It seemed to be in the vicinity of about 200 dollars give or take, some in 20s and some in 5 dollar bills. You could see the wheels slowly grinding as one lad tried to add up the amount that the twenties came to with the amount the fives came to. *shakes head* I finally piled my stuff back in the cart and went to the next open checkout.

Where the customer ahead of me had about 8 coupons and the girl there didn't know how to enter them. Newbie. So she had to be shown and she had to be shown something else and she was slow. Well she was new. Meanwhile at the first aisle, they must have finally got things sorted and the guy that came to take my place when i left was nearly through. Figures. When the girl had finished with the customer ahead of me, her supervisor took over for awhile to get the lengthening lineup down a bit. She whipped through my order in record time and i thanked her profusely.

An interesting story though. We were getting out of the car and talking about Buckley's cough mixture (horrible, horrible tasting stuff but it really does work just like the ad says) and Mom was telling a story about how Dad always had to take two teaspoonsful because, he said, the he kept throwing up the first one. He called it "fuckleys" and that's about the extent of it. (hint, if you keep it in the fridge, you can manage to get it down before your taste buds realize what hit them) Anyway, just as she was finishing the story, she came around to my side of the car as i had got out and said, look! pick that up! I looked down by my feet. There was a dime. (Hi Dad!) It's the damndest thing. That has been known to happen since he died, i'm sure you've heard me tell the stories. We get talking about him and find a dime. Don't anyone ever try to tell me there's nothing to it. We *know* he's sending them to say hello!

Back to work tomorrow. God knows how i'm going to get along with this cough. The air in the office is terrible.