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[9:36 AM EDT - Who was that?]

MJNL and I were walking around the neighborhood last night when we noticed a police motorcycle riding up the road. Then another, then another, then we noticed that most of them had their flashing lights on, and realized that something was going on. I was able to get my camera out quick enough to grab a quick video:

Does anyone have any idea who it could have been?

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[10:01 AM EDT - It was shopping, shopping, shopping.]

Last weekend MJNL and I drove to Sarnia to visit her sister, and then into Michigan to do some shopping. Neither of us had anything we really needed, until we ended up picking up a fair number of clothes, and a new laundry sorter. (It has casters and an attached ironing board!) We put it together on Thursday night, and it was a little smaller than we had expected, and it was not quite level. Ah well, what do you expect from Target?

The weather was pretty hot and humid while we were down there. Other notables: When going through customs, we ended up picking the slowest line going across the border. If you see two lines, one line going to one booth and another line going to five booths, unless that one booth line is less than the length of the individual five booth lines plus one fifth of the shared lines, all else being equal, the shared line should be faster. Oh, and do not pick the line where the inspector actually inspects every vehicle. We were there for over an hour. A motorcycle that showed up in a different line afterward got through in about twenty minutes.

On the way back, we took the ferry. It was a great day for a drive, and the river air had a nice cooling effect. Too bad the ferry itself could only hold twelve cars. We also went into the Duty Free store to pick up some booze before heading across, but just as we were pulling out to get on the ferry, a convoy of three cars appeared and drove in between us and the other car, so we got stranded on this side until the next ferry came.

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[10:15 AM EDT - What about the male partners?]

Whenever MJNL and I go shopping, we inadvertently check out a lot of clothing stores. For the most part, MJNL is trying out new clothes, while I am scoping out sitting areas. I have noticed that the vast majority of clothing boutiques seem to lack a basic necessity for any male shopper: A place to sit. Sure, if we were in a mall, there are benches outside of the store, but they are outside of the store, and not all couples like to be separated especially if input is required from both partners. Yes, there are some stores that do provide a comfy couch or even a wood bench near the changing rooms (which is where I usually end up needing to sit). Yes, I could even go into some changing rooms and sit in there too, but more often than not, I am left standing, holding the bag(s), and wondering if it is worth burning a few more calories when my feet are starting to get sore?

There should be more chairs people! I like stores that have a shoe section because they have to have a seating area. But my only other consolation is that I had no gripes sitting on anything else that might be able to hold my weight, except the ground. And other people. And something that actually looks dirty. Or smells funny.

But I digress.

Maybe I should just bring along one of those collapsible chairs any time we go shopping. When MJNL goes to the changing room to try on her new selection of dresses, I can crack open the chair, and relax in front of the rest of the jealous boyfriends/fiances/husbands.

Then again, I do notice that quite a number of women do not actually go shopping with their male partners. The guys are probably at the electronics store. Or the arcade. Or at home. Harrumph.

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Wednesday, October 16, 2024 @ 07:22:09 EDT

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