Food and stuff

I've had a real thing for seafood recently so much so that I've been eating lunch at the restaurant next to the school. It's not cheap but it is good (fresh shrimp and salmon) and it's peaceful. I take the local newspaper to read and don't talk to anyone other than the waiter. I'm not really sure whether it's been the food or the quiet that I've needed but, either way, it's helped to keep me sane over the last week.

Even so, this evening I had sudden and undeniable craving for meat (get your minds out of the gutter, please) and nothing would do but a freshly cooked chicken. Luckily the supermarket cooks chickens so off I went to get one. It takes about ten minutes max to walk there (and ten minutes back), choosing the chicken took another fifteen minutes (I am a bit fussy) making a total of thirty-five minutes. Why, then, was I out of the house for an hour? Because I spent that extra twenty-five minutes queuing to pay, that's why! I've written before about the ridiculously slow service in the supermarket but tonight was a classic. When I finally got to the cashier my bill came to $44.60, I gave the guy $45 - and he didn't have change. The cry "Cambio" is such a regular occurrence that I have to ask why they wait until they don't have any more change before calling for it, can't they tell in advance?

In other news, I had my hair cut today. I asked for a slightly asymmetrical cut, earlobe length on the left and shoulder length on the right but... it's a bit too short (by about an inch) and I don't like it. The hairdresser spent absolutely ages blowdrying then using the flat tongs to get it completely straight but that's just made it worse. Hopefully by tomorrow it'll be back to it's usual fluffy self and maybe, just maybe, it'll look ok. Either way, at least it grows back.