2005-08-21 
 

don't forget

Two facts:

1. Almost every evening, I pass by a secret Safeway on the way to the subway from work. I take the side streets because they're usually quite empty and remember being quite surprised the first time I saw it nestled under a portion of the Maritime Plaza with tall building all around and the fountains and the walkways of the plaza laying over it. I couldn't quite believe someone had put it there. It's smaller than most of its siblings, less trafficked, and generally not quite as unpleasant to shop as the average Safeway.

2. G and I no longer shop Safeway except to buy soda or peanut butter. For some reason, the natural versions we find at Rainbow Grocery or Whole Foods just don't do it for us so we do need to face the cold aisles now and again.

So, I've needed to remember to buy peanut butter from the secret Safeway for a few days now, but kept forgetting. Yesterday, while walking along a usually deserted section of Front Street, I started chanting, "Peanut...peanut butter. Peanut...peanut butter." under my breath as a mnemonic. As often happens in a situation like that, I began chanting a bit louder...and louder...and louder creating a nice little groove with my arms until I was surprised into silence by the homeless man I'd just passed rising suddenly from his blankets and shouting, "Don't forget the jelly!"

Almost scared the piss out of me at the moment, but his words echo in my head today and strike me as being something we all could stand to remember.

Don't forget the jelly.

Labels: dose of mikey, g, san francisco, spirit

* posted by me at 12:28 AM

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