A Little Bit of Hooky

Yesterday the better-half and I played hooky from work and went to Charlottesville. We don’t do tourion stuff when we go to Charlottesville. We shop.

We went to Crutchfield’s to buy a stereo for the better-half’s truck. The factory-installed radio died late last summer (how he’s been driving around without a radio since then is one of those things I just can’t understand) and so we purchased a new one, got an install kit and then installed it late yesterday afternoon. We’re crafty like that. Plus, nothing makes the kitchen smell better than a little bit of soldering.

A few doors down from Crutchfield’s is a JoAnn Fabrics and since the buttons are falling off a leather jacket I have, we went in to get a leather needle and some heavy-duty thread. We were standing around the counter waiting to be checked out and a frazzled looking hippie woman cut right in front of us and dropped her rickrack on the counter. I turned and gave the better-half a WTF look. The cashier walked up and started to ring me up first. Thank the lord. Then the hippie woman turned and said oh excuse me and tried to join in on the conversation about the weather–whatever line-cutter, I’m not going to bend over backwards to make your rude self feel better.

We also went to Whole Foods and loaded up on some exotic meat (ostrich, duck, venison, but, sadly, no penguin) and as we were checking out the cashier said something about a special occasion. We just said something lame about being in Charlottesville for the day. What we should have said was this stuff is contraband in Richmond. We managed to not clear out Harris Teeter of all of their Genesee since we can now find that sweet nectar locally.