After a tough day of shopping at the North Market for fabric, a trip to the Tibetan Quarter for a meal of Dong Bei favorites is in order. After the meal, I went to the Monk store and bought some more young green alfalfa for my morning smoothies. I did stop and buy some veggies at one of the little stands below the restaurant. While there, I tripped over a crate of spinach. I was contemplating buying some to throw in my smoothies, when I saw a cockroach crawling on the crate. When I got home, I stowed the veggies in the fridge and now I’m thinking about pitching them. I’m such a princess.
Almost every time I go to the North Market I always see the same homeless man. This time, I was in one of those tuna cans on wheels when I noticed that he had no shoes on his right foot. I thought “he” was a “she” initially, but on closer inspection, I noticed that “he” was eating noodles out of the trash can. He was doing the same thing the last time I saw him on the same street a few weeks ago. My first reaction was to wretch and I almost did again this time, but I calmed myself down. My stomach is still queazy thinking about it.