Tuesday is grocery shopping day around here and nothing much to say about that except inflation, especially on imported products, is out of control. Kraft cheese slices, anyone? Not unless you are willing to pay $10.95 for sixteen slices. Nope, not me.

I did change things up some by having my driver drop me off near the mall. I walked over to the SM Downtown and had five minutes to kill before the mall opened. Went to the marketplace across the street and bought a phone charger and a new cable for my power pack. Back to the mall for some shoes and they didn’t have any of my selections in size 11. The clerk did bring out the only pair in my size and I bought them even though I didn’t particularly like them.

Next, I hoofed it over to the nearby Harbor Point mall on the old Navy base. There is a Merrill shoe store there where I’ve had some successful purchases in the past. Rather than pick out shoes I liked only to be disappointed, I said show me what you got in an 11. Once again, they didn’t have anything I’d normally choose in my size, but I settled on two pairs that were 40% off the regular price.

After my shopping spree and before catching a taxi home, I had a hankering for a Whopper so I popped into the Burger King in the mall.

A quiet afternoon at home, then off to the dart tourney at Alley Cats. I didn’t play particularly well and then I lost interest in playing at all. I was in the loser’s bracket playing against Jocelyn. I needed one bull to win and advance to the next round. The truth was, I didn’t want to win and for the first time in my darting career, I lost intentionally. Didn’t hide it very well either. Jocelyn was surprised but didn’t seem too upset. But I understand it takes the fun out of the competition if your opponent lets you win. I’m sorry about that, I just haven’t been myself lately.

Jessel, one of the waitresses, was wearing this t-shirt last night:

After darts, I visited Cheap Charlies. They were surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night. My “regular” gals were all occupied with other customers. It was a good reminder though that I am nothing special to them, just another source of revenue. Sometimes I let my imagination tell me otherwise, but reality is always there to give you a bitch-slap when you need one.

After a few beers, I went home comfortably numb. Got up this morning and did my normal routines, then headed out for the Wednesday Walkers group hike.

Now it is time to shower up and get ready for the remainder of my Whacked Wednesday, starting with dart league this afternoon. Not sure where I’m going after darts, but I reckon it will be a place that sells beer. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s report on how that works out for me.

And for you Eagles fans: