Well, J is retiring next month (July 27th!) and is wandering about the kitchen humming to himself. And I have been thinking about nothing but the sorry state of my knees and moving back home. I've already procured cell phones with the 510 area code. And I'm thinking about the shopping I'll be able to do--Bryn Walker, Crate and Barrel outlet, a decent Cost Plus, and Berkeley Bowl. Then, then, tears. Crying, tearing my hair. Berkeley Bowl's management broke the union there. Last year. I'm grudgingly willing to shop at stores that have never had a union (Nugget, for instance), but if you break your union, I don't shop there. No negotiation. No discussion. I learned that lesson from my father. He and I were heading into a restaurant parking lot, when he saw a picket line. He turned the car around and left, saying, "Never cross a picket line. Not even Teamsters."
And I don't even care that the workers decertified the union. It's so easy for management to make life so miserable for employees that they'll vote against their own interests that I think that any decert election that isn't overwhelming (100-2) has probably involved management misbehavior.
But I was so looking forward to Berkeley Bowl. You don't go there for the toilet paper. That's 20% more than at Safeway. You go for the produce. And the meat. And the fish. And if you have the willpower of a gnat, the way I do, you stop at the deli counter and double your spending there.