Neon Orange Shoes, Really?

While wandering around Kmart yesterday waiting for a prescription to be filled, I happened to find a bunch of neon orange stuff, mostly shoes.

I was tempted actually. That's my size.

I may go back for these. I think they'd make good studio or gardening shoes, no? You will never not be able to find these shoes.

In the neon orange food category, there was this entry:

I was not tempted at all by these.

Don't get me wrong; I have been known to be fond of a cheese ball. But what turned me off these was that just around the corner from where I found this container, I found, on a display of discounted merchandise, several expired or near expired containers of this same product. A closer examination revealed that expired cheese balls resemble miniature orange and brown golf balls. Yuck.

Anyway, I'm not that tight with a buck that I wouldn't go for the fresher cheese ball option.

And how popular are neon orange shoes that Kmart would have not one but two versions?



Yes, that is a different neon-orange shoe. (Seriously though, I was tempted.)

In non-neon hued news:

Yesterday was kind of a long day. My mom had PT in the morning and then a doctor's appointment in the afternoon. Her doctor is back from a two week vacation (well, a conference that segued into a vacation, I think) and, when it came time to make a follow up appointment, he said, well, I'll be here for a month. Turns out he's going on another vacation in a month. Must be a pretty sweet contract he made with the local yokels, no? He's got George W.'s vacation schedule; lots of clearing brush down on the ranch.

While my mother was in with the physical therapist, I wandered down to Walmart to pick up some mouthwash and handsoap and some new makeup and facial wipes and a candy bar. Somewhere between Walmart and home I lost the candy bar.  (How? That sentence should read "ate" instead of "lost." Grrr.)

After that I still had some time to kill so I went through McDonald's drive-thru to buy an iced coffee. I'm not a fan of McDonald's, but there is, sadly, no Starbucks-type caffeine pusher in this town. (I swear, much as I want to hate Starbucks, I'm not sure I could ever live in a place without one.) I ordered a non-fat latte, which is on the menu, but which apparently no one who works at McDonald's had ever heard of. It was beyond the comprehension of the woman taking my order and the woman making my order that I didn't want a caramel latte or a mocha latte or a vanilla latte or any number of sugary flavored lattes that they offer. I just wanted a straight up latte. Did I get a straight up latte? No, of course not. I watched though the drive-up window as ten pumps worth of some mysterious sugary syrup were put in the cup before whatever passes for coffee was added. I ended up with a drink that was both watery and sugary, cool-ish from the half-dozen half-melted ice cubes in it. (Yes, I drank it.)

But the best part? Was not even about the coffee. The best part was watching some guy on a ladder clean the light fixture inside, next to the drive up window. The light fixture cover was on a hinge and when it was opened I watched as dead flies rained down all over everything, including the open ice bin that the young woman had just dipped into for my ice. (She took the ice out before the fly storm.)

Mmmm. I'm lovin' it!