We left the shop; I gathered my hair in a bun. While it was just windy outside, the storm of thoughts in my mind was predesignating shocking guilt and shame. I swore to myself: ‘I will never let this happen again’.
—–Jevgenija Zukova, In A Shop
Shopping for vegetables, trying out samples.
There is that difficulty in deciding who is going to pick up the check, navigating the emotional ramifications in a cacophony of shopping noises. This was always a challenge – now, wearing a mask, with nobody within six feet – a nightmare.
“It is a damn poor mind that can think of only one way to spell a word.”
― Andrew Jackson
Spring Valley Road and Coit, Richardson, Texas
Tremendous thunderstorms rattled the Metroplex with pelting rain and shattering lighting late last night. Unfortunately, all flights going east were canceled from Love Field and our son Lee couldn’t get home to New Orleans. I drove through the weather to the airport to pick him up and bring him home late last night.
So we had another day with him for the holidays. We decided to go eat at Noodle Wave, one of our favorite places to eat – fantastic Thai food, along with great service in a surprisingly artistic and comfortable decor. It is located in an unfortunate strip of lower end shops and restaurants inspired by the cuisine from five different countries (including Thailand).
I have gone to Noodle Wave often and parked in that lot many times and I’m sure I’ve stared at the sign of the LOW PRIZE FOOD MART more than once without realizing that they meant PRICE. I did a quick internet search and all the text referring to the place is LOW PRICE. The only pages that LOW PRIZE FOOD MART is mentioned in in their applications and renewal for their liquor license.
I can’t believe that someone would make a mistake like this in a sign so big and in a busy location – I prefer to think of it as a clever, ironic, and hipster statement about the inevitable failure of consumer culture.
“It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight.”
― Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
Creepy scene through a shop window, Denton, Texas
Oblique Strategy:Retrace your steps
Why do we all like creepy stuff? I think it is because to be scared of something creepy – which means odd, eerie, and macabre, without being overtly dangerous – implies that there is at least something else out there. There is something in this world beyond staff meetings, stuck in traffic, and idiotic talking heads blathering on the television.
Because if there is really nothing else – that is really frightening.