Tuesday One of Vacation

Had two half-hour, back-to-back, appointments at the Garment District to sell some clothes for 11:30-12:30. Their 11 o'clock canceled and it took the guy till 11:26 to go through the 50 items. He bought 7 items from me and I decided to go for the trade-in value instead of cash since I found a rain coat for the spring for $26 and the trade-in value for the 7 items was $26. Ditched stuff at home and then did a quick visit to the unit before going-back to Davis to be with Boston Poly. Between the holidays and a subway derailment, the turn-out was small. Since a friend of mine got slammed with work, I wasn't able to hang-out with him afterwards. I did get to hang-out with another guy, but couldn't stay over since the clothes for my next Garment District appointment were back home and my appointment was going to be 11 AM. The subway was still derailed so I was going to take the shuttle bus to Harvard, but the 87 to Lechmere came so I got on it instead. Then the night was just me getting home.

Wednesday One of Vacation

This time the appointment for the Garment District was 11 AM. But beforehand, breakfast was at Kendall Marketplace, which has tables to sit-down with your meal, but is also a convenience store/market. Got a cup of coffee that I put as the quality of coffee at Cosi. (IOW, don't travel there for the coffee, but it's not horrid if you do need a cup of coffee and cheaper than going to the nearby Cosi. The advantage to Cosi lays in free wi-fi, not the coffee.) Only bread they had at the moment for their egg and cheese sandwich were honey wheat bagels. I liked the egg part of the sandwich. Got myself a snack-sized package of Pepperidge Farm, bite-sized, Chessmen cookies.

And I still had time to stand around, waiting for the store to open.

A little old black lady called-out to me. She was a Wisconsin-ite in the area to visit her daughter for the holidays and likes to visit The Garment District whenever she's in the area. She also let me keep warm in the front seat of her van. Her daughter wants her to move to the area, but she likes Wisconsin in general better. Finds the milk here watery and the dairy generally worse. (We also don't have cheese curds like WI does. -Writer's note because she describes them as cheese crack. No. I did not use the word crack to describe them and found other ways to describe them to the woman.) She will concede that we have WAY more art and she likes shopping for shoes better here than in Milwaukee.

Store opened and even with me throwing-in a few items over the 25 item maximum per 30-minute visit, the guy still took less than a half-hour. This time I only had $12.50 in credit so I took two pairs of Merino wool, medium thick, boot socks and left with $.50 left on my gift card (despite their machines trying to not co-operate on putting anything on my card.) The receipt from the trade-in has a space for comments. Since the cashier has never known anyone to use the space before, I used it to ask if anyone else has ever used the comment space and left my e-mail address. She was amused.

Went to the storage unit, got a sandwich at Bloc 11 Cafe in Union Square, Somerville, and txted some people, like Tom. Went back to the unit and came to Tom's apartment to drop trash in his trash. Hung-around for 3 hours and called my grandfather's 2nd wife. Since she was busied for the night, I stayed over at Tom's. Went to bed an hour later at 10 PM.

(Tom was a friend I met through the Delinquent so he knows quite a bit about the storage fiasco.)