QuickJot...Saturday Shopping, May 2 '09

Jotting down...whatever...notes...observations, before they're gone. Just an exercise. All these from this Saturday morn, shopping at Superstore. Four minutes. While tea's brewing.
--
Dad passing, pushing cart. His little boy, yellow hair, waist-high, enthralled by green barbecue on legs, open'closing lid. Conversation.
"Daddy, what's this?"
"A barbecue."
"Can we buy it?"
"No."
"Whyyy?"
"Got one already."
"This one's new."
"Cummon, we haveta go."
"Nooo."
--
Seafood section. Sea critters in fresh water. No salty tang in the air. Fish tanks.
Tilapia tank: pale yellowy, school mostly headed left, broad ribbed tails slowfanning. One tilapia standing on its tail, bob'bob, gulping air at the surface.
English sole. Flat on tank bottom. No sand. Both eyes on top. Eyeballing me. No place to hide, guys.
Lobsters waving, feelers feeling about.
Crabs, claws rubberbanded, shouldering over each other, bruisers wanting a fight.
Yeah, lobsters also...claws banded.
Everybody's going to dinner!
** Four minutes done - tea stew **
Hose flooding Manila clams in black trays. Sandcoloured shells. Translucent siphons shrink back from the touch of my finger. Then a thin jet of water squirted two inches by one. I recall bright summer days, kayaking mud flats on Boundary Bay.
What are Savory Clams? Whitish shell, brown fringing, beautiful. Brown like tropical wood.
Oysters, looking like broken rocks. Small barnacles along for the last ride of their lives. Several barnies open, feeding, tiny fronds waving in this tray of fresh water. Bland water. Feeding on what? Waste?
--
Dairy section. William Roache's lookalike picks up plain yogurt, one litre tub. Unsmiling. Tan t-shirt. Grey shorts.