Sinister Minister

Tonight we’re going to the Bela Fleck concert at Wolf Trap. I can only hope this show will be as good as the Gipsy Kings but not as crowded. I’m not really up for having people sit in my lap.

Last night we headed out to the West End which is a good 30 minute+ trip for us. We had two destinations in mind. The first stop was The Fresh Market. We’ve become addicted to the caramel corn there. It is a perfect blend of sweet and salt.

Then we went to a little grocery attached to a large and well-liked pharmacy. I don’t particularly care for the pharmacy but people in that area sing its praises. Locally owned, pharmacy items, gift items all rolled into one store. Anyway, we went to the grocery because I read in a local rag that they had a great international selection of meats. In preparation for buying some gyro meat I made Tzatziki. I strained the yogurt. I cut up one of our monstrous cucumbers. Everything was ready for gyros. Only the store was a complete lie. The store exists. The store is like a corner grocery in the city. There was NOTHING SPECIAL about it and now I feel like calling out the writer of the article and firing pistols at 20 yards.

We ended up going back to Mechanicsville, stopping at the regular grocery store and getting a few things for our picnic tonight. Bad drivers were everywhere. When did it become OK to drive without lights on at night, cross two lanes of traffic to take an exit, tailgate and cut people off, speed up and then slam on brakes–all in the space of 2 miles of driving?

While in the grocery store we ran into a Snopes family and then a woman who walked past several aisles all while not looking where she was going. I guess she figured ramming the cart into someone or something would finally give her a clue about where she was.

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