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little pickle at the burrito place
Tuesday, November 20 2018
On the cold drizzly drive to work this morning, I found enough room to pull over near the place where I'd lost my brand new windshield wiper blade on the drive home last night. It was just east of the US 209 Esopus bridge replacement work site, just west of the Enterprise Road interchange. Happily, there was no Jersey barrier to climb over. I just needed to step over a few puddles to get from the eastbound to the westbound lanes, and (it being a little after 8:00am) the traffic was light. There the wiper blade was, and it was mostly intact. It looked like it might've suffered some mild damage that caused the rubber blade to work its way a little out of the metal slot holding it, but it was still mostly good. At the workplace, I cleaned it at the outdoor faucet; it was important to get rid of the bits of gravel if I really wanted that thing to ever wipe across a windshield again.
The other day I'd ordered a jacket for Gretchen from Zara.com for "Baby Jesus Day." It was a good thing that I let her try it on a month ahead of time, because on Gretchen it looked a little like a turd-brown bathroom mat. So she decided to return it. She boxed it up, applied a shipping label, and I threw it on the UPS pickup pile at work out it the hallway (ours is evidently a low-crime neighborhood). This morning, though, I saw that the pile was gone but that Zara box remained. It had a damn USPS shipping label! So during lunch today, I drove to downtown Red Hook, dropping off the Zara box at the post office (which I parked behind, though I later saw you're only supposed to do that if you're a postal employee). From there, I tried to take a shortcut through the back alleys to Bubby's, the yummy burrito place. But none of those cut through to Market Street. Near the main intersection of Red Hook were several cars with jingoistic, Christian decals and stickers (for example: a Christian fish containing the stars and stripes). I wondered what business was drawing that demographic to this corner. Could it have been Little Pickles - Children's General Store? Speaking of little pickles, in the burrito place a young man was dining with what appeared to be his toddler son. That son had a face smudged with burrito, and he kept staring at me because I refused to smile back at him. Eventually I did, though, because, well, he was just a toddler and I didn't want to haunt his wordless dreams. The burrito today wasn't quite up to standards for that place; it had too many big chunks of white lettuce stem inside.
On the drive home, I was in the Prius, and as I entered the bridge replacement worksite on US 209, I just happened to notice the blinking fuel light indicating the car was nearly out of gas. (Will a Prius run on its batteries after it runs out of gas? That would be handy!) So I got off on the Sawkill Road exit to avoid scaling the minor mountain between Sawkill Road and Route 28. This also delivered me most rapidly to a gas station, in this case the QuickChek Express near the QuickChek Express non-Express (and the Kingston traffic circle).
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