Curious, isn't it? How good Tuna Helper tastes?
I was only away for 2 weeks but when I returned I was struck again by how nice San Diegans are. When I'm at the supermarket, shoppers wheel their carts around staring straight ahead with a half-smile plastered on their lips. All merchants and shopkeepers are overly attentive to "how I am" and everyone is hellbent on me "having a great day." The clerk at the hair salon seemed genuinely sorry that I was leaving, with the slight tilt of her head and the longing look in her eyes, and a cutesy wave that seemed to say, "I totally don't know you but two months is really too long until our next visit." The owner of the secondhand furniture shop shook my hand with a little squeeze and looked me directly into the eyes as if he owed me total honesty. And I made eye contact with another driver on the road, and he automatically raised his hand to me in cheerful salute.
However, this pervasive congeniality does not seem to have touched my roommate. But my only rationale is that she is from Sacramento and probably imposes some kind of political superiority on herself just because she is from the capital city. Ach, to hell with her!
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 4:02 PM
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