Yesterday I was feeling kind of sick...you know that achy, nauseated, most-likely-a-twenty-four-hour-bug-thing? Totally what I have. So today, I took today off. Thankfully my nice boss, Alex, sent me a sweet e-mail telling me to "load up on 1,000 milligrams of Vitamin C every hour." However, when I woke up in the morning after sleeping for nine and a half hours (this rarely happens), I realized that I lacked the following:
1) Coffee
2) ...real food.
My neighbors upstairs were blasting Lil Wayne music, so I figured that while this was going on, I may as well be productive. So I put on an old Meredith shirt, threw on a pair of yoga pants, and drove to Trader Joe's in downtown Culver.
Downtown Culver is one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen. Palm trees, lots of fun and cute places, and hidden in the corner by Washington Boulevard is the Trader Joe's that I've started to claim as "my" grocery store. Lately I've been loving grocery shopping-not necessarily because I'm getting food (though in this case by the time I got to the coffee grinder, I was practically dancing with happiness), but because about two months ago the staff over there started treating me as a "regular." As in they remember the random details about my life that I don't even remember saying. Today a bunch of workers asked me how I liked the chocolate oatmeal cookies I had bought last time and if the wine I had bought for a party was well-received. Another lady, a sweet older one, asked me if my quest to find a colorful bookshelf was almost completed. Someone else asked me if I had fixed the imploded keyhole in my car (....no.). It was so sweet that they remembered and put me in a really great mood.
I was standing by the coffee grinder trying to figure out how to make it work (I have pretty much come to the terms that I'm not technologically inclined), when a new worker came up to show me. While we were waiting for the whole thing to grind, she leaned her face up to the machine and took a big sniff. "It's the little things," she said with a smile. "Ya gotta remember that."
So true.
