Showing posts with label How We Do Things Around Here. Show all posts
Showing posts with label How We Do Things Around Here. Show all posts

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Seasonal Selections

We are unloading ice deliveries again.
George asked me to make this sign last summer.
I tried to make it really nice
becuase I like him.
George is in charge of ice.
He puts on his heavy coat,
his green and black plaid wool cap,
 his gloves
and if someone is there to hear him he says,
"Time to count the ice cubes."
And into the walk-in he goes.
It is cold in there.
(You probably don't remember that George is Dan's father
and the original Dan's son.
George is semi-retired
so that means he only works about 60 hours a week now.)
We also have an ice machine.
It is by the green door so you have seen it lots of times,
you just didn't know you were looking at it.
Story of my life, right?
Anyway, teenage boys have to bag up the 10 lb. ice bags
and then stock this cooler with them.
Ice is Taxable Grocery.
You have to know that if you are cashiering.
The 5 lb. bags come in the sleeves we get from
Associated Grocers of New England.
I will tell you about them sometime.
AG deliveries used to be very fun.
Now they are just -- 
in the Brave New James-less Post-Verne World --
annoying.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Ye Olde Groceree Carte Recentle Repairede With Plexiglasse

The Cart.
It gives me a warm cozy feeling.
In the old days I assume it was used with those old boxes
for shopping by customers.
Now we use the boxes for hauling recycle bottles down to the cellar
and groceries up from the cellar.
And we use the cart for pushing around
anything that is push-around-able.
This is under the bottle bell, across from the blue bench.
See the Moving Ramp? Doesn't it just scream "COME ON DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE!!" at you?

The Moving Ramp: Unedited Footage

Contains:
One Handed Pole-ing,
Falling Cookies,
Gloom,
and
Shaking.
BUT --
it demonstrates how I get cookies upstairs.