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The sounds of cutting metal just feet away from my desk forced me outside on a beautiful November afternoon. It was exactly three years ago today that I first moved to Seattle, and the weather was about the same. But now, instead of wandering around Fremont disoriented and enchanted, I am in Everett, and I know exactly how far from home I am (21.5 traffic-laden miles).

If I needed any reminders, getting stares as I walked to, through, and from the grocery store drove the point home perfectly: I ain’t from around here. I’m not a teenager, I’m not a mom, and to everyone’s seemingly unfounded surprise, I don’t even have a boyfriend. I’m just some lady who works up here. Stop looking at me.

Now, my QFC on Capitol Hill is far from normal, I’ll admit that. But at least I can shop with confidence that the weirdos would act just as weird if I weren’t there. Most of them are more fun to stare at than I am anyway.

One thing this haven for Walmartian spillover has going for it are these little guys:

I am impressed by the efficiency-to-cuteness ratio of this product. However, the name unnecessarily uses the letter Y twice. This item does not measure power/torque, nor is it computer-related. Did not buy.

This entry was posted by platkat on November 2, 2010 at 5:45 pm under Pictures, Seattle. Both comments and pings are currently closed.

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