February Photo Project Day 4: Strangers. (And Brawling Over Clearance).

My day was full of strangers.  Did I take pictures of any of them? Well, not until the end.  I don't know, I think it would have been kind of creepy taking a picture of the people in line with me for the Plato's Closet grab sale... or the woman who was a head taller than me, working with the man who was a head shorter than me at the grocery store.  I think if someone were to take a picture of me I would have all sorts of issues with it.  Plus, I'm too awkward to be sneaky.  Truly.
But I have a really good story about my day with strangers, and then I did manage to get a picture, but it's at the end of this post.  And is part of a different story than the one I'm going to tell first.

Is Plato's Closet just a Utah thing? I love that place.  I mean, I love that place.  On the first Saturday of February they do a grab sale.  They give you a grocery type sack on your way in and you can go to specifically labeled racks and whatever you can shove into your sack is $10.  Total.  $10 for the sack of clothes.  Can you see the appeal to this? Last year we drove a few minutes after the store opened and saw how insanely busy it was.  I passed.  But this year, this year I decided to give it a real try.  So I headed down an hour before opening to get in line. 
And it wasn't too bad.  I people watched (without taking pictues of them) and it wasn't even that cold.  Finally the doors opened and we all politely entered in single file to receive our bags at the door... and then all hell broke loose.

The aisles in this store are tight enough as it is.  They had one side of  one aisle marked off for the grab bag sale.  At least a hundred people were jammed into one tiny aisle and I was very literally being shoved.  Blantantly.
It was insane. 
Lesson learned? Be one of the first five (I was only 20 back) or it's not even worth it.  Once people get in that aisle, they don't move, can't move and with frantic black Friday mentality, women get down right catty and rude.  Shoving? What are we, in the first grade?  I've never even had that problem in an acutal black Friday sale.
But, that being said, even when push came to shove, I have pretty good balance, and some awesome pride issues and I was immovable.  I'm stronger than I look, and I will move when I feel like it thank you very much, wait your turn, obviously, since you can't even get to the rack because you're back there waiting for us to get out of your way.
And I walked away with my bag full.
I regret not taking a picture after all of that.

West and I have been trying to select our tile for the bathroom remodel and have spent the last two days going from store to store to store.  I think we finally have it selected.  Progress is being made to finish it!
We met up with West's mom Suzann at The Old Spaghetti Factory for my birthday dinner.  I plan on being absolutely lazy tomorrow and have big plans which may or may not include chocolate fondue and Mr. Popper's Penguins (The Muppets is currently no where to be found).  So West, who spoils me more than I deserve, took me out for dinner tonight. 
Enter picture of strangers.

The atmosphere is pretty cool there and I was with my favorite people in the world.  My man and my circus.
Though everyone around us was kind enough to join in the singing of "Happy Birthday."
Tomorrow I wake up 33 years old.
I'm okay with that.  I have new clothes to wear for it.