A short pause in Egypt blogging while I go through the bazillion uncataloged photos. In the meantime, I have a couple of Humboldt Co. tales for you:
This one's from the Co-op grocery store by the New Vitality Homeland. A guy came through the checkstand with a package of turkey oven bags. Chatty, ever-so-friendly Jason, on bagger duty, starts telling the guy, "Yeah, turkey! It tastes so much better than chicken. I love it; eat it all the time..." etc. The cashier and someone else in line are laughing at all this. After the customer left the store, the cashier told Jason, "You know people buy those to put pounds [of marijuana] in, right?"
Well, no. That was news to Jason (and me). Turns out a representative of the company that makes those turkey oven bags flew out to Arcata to find out why why the Co-op sells more turkey oven bags than any other store, year-round. The cashier then said, Didja ever notice what else is on the shelves next to the turkey oven bags? [Trimming] scissors and jars? Oh yeah, it might not be on the overhead placard, but it's true nonetheless: Arcata's supermarket has a marijuana supply aisle.
The second story is from work. And does not involve dog poo!
During break one of the carriers was telling us how, when he was working down in Eureka, he had this one address that was on a hillside, with flights and flights of stairs between the street and the front door. He used to just leave one of those little brown notice slips when they got packages too big to fit in the mailbox, but then the lady of the house complained to the postmaster about it.
So now the carrier has a certified letter for that address and trudges up the steps to the front door—where he can see right into the living room as the curtains are open, where Mister and Missus Occupant are getting it on in plain view. The carrier started to turn away, remembered the complaint, so he turned back and knocked on the door and got Mister Occupant to sign for the letter.
The carrier said that after that, if he brought a certified letter or parcel up to the door, Missus Occupant would never answer the door.