I knew that the Winn Dixie up the street is soon going to close to make way for an Aldi's Market or something. I didn't know that everything in the store was going to be sold off at steep discounts.
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| The 'stats' tell a different story... |
That was until I went there yesterday to find a mostly empty store with all the merchandise slid to the ends of the shelves closest to the registers.
Coming in with only 6 days left until the doors close forever, as I did, I felt the knowledge hit me that, for the past month or so, I had been paying 60% more than I had to on whatever I had eaten..
I shook my head, was unable to find sardines, and so took liberties with the sardine fast and substituted crab meat, oysters, and a can of fat free chicken breast meat, of the more healthy (expensive) kind...
There was a bag of ground coffee, Imported from Sweden that always looked good whenever I had seen it in the store. Good, and expensive...
But, at 60% off of the usually $28 bag, I decided to bag one...
And then, a "$20" bottle of 2018 Bogle Cabernet Sauvignon, which rang up at $6.49 for some reason that I didn't question, and the last can of Fancy Feast in the store completed my frolic. Harold would be stuck with salmon pate...
The total of what I spent coming to exactly $40.00 even, was an odd enough "against the odds" coincidence to make me think that the handful of cashiers, with only 2 registers open, who are going to be replaced in less than a week; might be just winging it and rounding everything to the nearest dollar and, (I wouldn't blame them if they were) perhaps skimming a little cream off the top on their way out the door, type of thing.
They were the older black ladies, one kind of plump with a butch type hair style, the other a skinny one. Out of all the employees in there, they have been the ones I have gotten smiles out of. Some of the 99% African American staff in there cast dirty looks upon me and generally would only take their headphones off long enough to say "I don't know," before replacing them, every time I had attempted to say: "There's no price on the cherries," or something. They wouldn't "know," because they hadn't heard the question cause they had their headphones in and only saw my lips move, so they *were* being honest....
But, the older ladies were in high spirits, talking and laughing...
Today I think I'm going to acquire cash before going there and, after they ring my stuff up, that I'm going to aim for being in the $35 range, I'm going to say; "Would you take $20 cash for it?" wink wink...type of thing..
I want my Roberto Mondavi Private Selection 2018 Cabernet Sauvignon for 5 bucks, c'mon, work with me!! -type of thing...
I'm happy to have the new toy of my Python3 script encouraging me to get back to blogging again..
I am realizing I bore more responsibility for the drop in readership from around 600 people a day, from all over the world, to about 15 a day..
There were some dark periods, around "the lockdown," when my alcohol, weed, fentnyl, viagra and porn addiction might have been tending to bleed over into my creative writing endeavors; try as I may have been doing to compartmentalize the two... lol
I fell out of the habit of adding labels, search descriptions and alternative text to photos; and of writing subject matter that won't trigger the algorithm to 'suppress' the posts..
That is the word that "they" used when I used Meta AI to investigate this drop in eyeballs and prove to me that I hadn't been shadow banned. "Shadow banned, hahaha, we get that all the time; no, no, no. Blogs themselves have fallen out of fashion, have you considered trying Substack, or maybe X, where you might find more like minded people, and not have your posts suppressed.
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| ...than the impression of suppression given, to perhaps make me rethink things and "correct my course," and start being more pro-antifa, or something... |
I think that word is intentionally being used as a dog whistle and a nod to some 'suppress the opressor' ideoloy over at Alphabet, but I digress and am risking becoming a victim of suppression...
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