September 13, 2004
I went to the store and bought some more fresh pineapple today. I believe that I'm becoming addicted to the stuff.
I didn't pay much attention to the tee-shirt I threw on. It just happened to be a leftover "Jawja Blogger-- Meet 2003" shirt. (I've never worn nor washed the one everybody signed last year. I keep it sealed in a plastic bag. That's a genuine souvenir.)
When I went up to the cash register to pay, the lady behind the counter gazed at my garb and asked, "What does that say on your shirt?"
"Jawja Blogger, ma'am," I replied proudly. I saw by the expression on her face that I may as well have been speaking a foreign language. "Uh... a BLOG is a website on the internet. A lot of people do that kind of thing now. We call ourselves "bloggers" and we write, rant and rave. I'm not the only one in Georgia, either."
"My daughter just bought me a computer. I'm getting good at surfing the net," she informed me. "How do I get to your site?" By then, a couple of people were backing up behind me in the check-out line, and I was ready to shit and git. But she wouldn't ring my groceries until I wrote down my URL for her. I finally did.
I hope she loses the address or never bothers to use it. What kind of impression will she get of bloggers if she STARTS OUT with MINE?
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