In my spare time, I am trying to help set up a friend’s grocery store with barcode scanning for her checkout. The days of placing price stickers are alive and well in many ethnic grocery stores across America; I am trying to modernize at least one of them. Missing inventory control, reporting on selling frequency of items, or any quick ability to identify costs of more than a thousand items from multiple suppliers, it is now high time to move this little shop into 21st-century gear. I had hoped the product distributors would have the basic barcode product data readily available – wrong. I am entering the data on each and every product manually. The cool thing is I am learning yet ever greater detail regarding the Indian diet, like not eating from bloated leaking packages.

Flashed by photo radar, swerving in and out of lanes, while trying to maintain speeds over 90 mph, and talking on his cell phone – THIS IDIOT barreled down the freeway without a care in the world, well at least not for anyone else’s well-being. The rented moving van is full, and how do I know, you might ask? Because the back wasn’t fully closed and, as the door bounced, you could see stuff packed all the way to the front of the truck. My only hope is that he’s moving to Hawaii and is planning on driving the entire distance.