Went to get my passport photo today. This is actually the second try. Got up, remembered to “do” my hair instead of just wash and wear bag lady look. So yeah, that was me in the garden with rollers in, why?
Did my make-up too. Yeah, it took a while to find it in the bottom of the cupboard. No, I did not poke my eye out with the mascara brush. Did you know that mascara can get so old it actually dries up? Me either. Good thing there were two tubes and one was new. Well, it wasn’t dried out. “New” is kind of a relative term here.
I got to Walmart to have the photo done. Hmm. There were some awfully big 35 mile-an-hour gusts that hit me on my way inside. Guess it was windy today.
I headed back to the photo/electronic area.
“We don’t do passport photos back here. They do them in portrait in the front.”
“That’s weird. I was just in a Walmart yesterday and they told me to just go back to photo/electronics when I was ready to have it done.”
“Gotta go upfront. It’s cheaper at Walgreens, by the way.”
I frowned. “But the store yesterday said it was $7.50. Walgreens was $8.50!”
“It’s 10 bucks up front.”
*Sigh.* I go upfront. There is a line in portraits. Could all these people really need passport photos? I don’t think so. Who cares why they are here? I’m not waiting. I go shop. This Walmart doesn’t have a pill cutter–the one yesterday was also out. Okay, now I’m looking at having to stop at Walgreens. It’s fate.
I finish getting a few things and then visit my local HEB. It’s really windy out. I shop and while I’m at it, I check their pill cutters. SIX BUCKS? I’ll use a knife. Or scissors, or hell, smash it with my fist. I’m starting to get pretty annoyed.
I get done, and head back to the car. It’s still *really* windy. I wonder what I look like. I look in the mirror. Not so great. I comb and fluff my hair with my fingers. Okay, good enough.
I have to stop at the library because I have books on hold waiting for pick-up. More wind. They don’t have pill cutters either, but we all knew that. I check my hair again in the bathroom. It’s starting to look seriously lopsided. For gusting wind, it seems to be catching me all on one side. I used hairspray too, so it kinda stuck over that way. Well…So I’ll just tilt my head.
On to Walgreens. I get a spot in the shade, close to the store. Less wind!
I get inside. There’s no mirror, but what can you expect. It’s Walgreens. The guy pulls the white background screen down and leaves me standing there. And standing there. I use a glass window to check my hair. Hm…really not that great, but what can I do at this point?
Guy comes back. “I need to go get some new batteries.”
“Okay.”
He leaves. He’s gone. Walgreens isn’t that big. Maybe he had to go to Walmart. Their prices are cheaper. My hair is getting flatter by the moment. Or maybe it’s static from the white screen pulling on it.
He finally comes back. “On three.”
He doesn’t start counting. He gets closer. Than further away. “One, two…three.” Nothing. He looks at the camera. He holds it back up. “Okay, one…two…that’s pretty good.”
Yeah, thanks. Whatever.
He walks to the counter. He hands me a piece of paper. “Name and phone number.”
“For what? Don’t you just–”
“There’s a huge order in front of you. It’ll be at least 2 hours.”
I stare down at the paper. It flutters when someone opens the door. Windy. “Never mind. I’ll do this some other time.”
I can take a hint. It takes a while, but I can take a hint, already.