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[sovay]

Just in case spatch and I had had any doubts about the utility of the vaccinations we re-upped this afternoon at the Theatre Pharmacy, where you can still treat yourself from the candy counter after a shot—we got a packet of caramel creams, a Zagnut, and a Sky Bar—we were street-hassled for our masks less than an hour later while stepping out of Book Ends in Winchester Center, by a dude who thought comedy meant repeating the punch line. I may have told him to get under the earth.

Of my several attempts at a self-portrait from the passenger seat with my insurance phone's camera, spatch said I should share the one where I look as though I have just seen a bird beyond the window.



He got me a reprint of Claire Keegan's Small Things Like These (2021) and a card featuring a small black cat, adorably rolled over, with sincere green eyes.

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[sovay]

I was floored when I found out a few years back that Zagnut was a real candy bar. I'd assumed it was a blatantly fake brand name made up by the scriptwriters of Beetlejuice (1988).

I highly recommend the Stan Freberg commercial.

(Was equally shocked to learn Piggly-Wigglies are a real chain of... restaurants? grocery stores? I'm still not sure.)

"The preacher says all my sins is washed away, including that Piggly Wiggly I knocked over in Yazoo."

"I thought you said you was innocent of those charges?"

"Well, I was lying. And the preacher says that that sin's been washed away, too."

Edit -- boo to the anti-mask guy.

Thanks.