Before I retired, I made myself a promise: when I no longer worked full-time, I would not shop on the weekends. One of my pet peeves was to go to the market and stand in line behind someone who was obviously retired and could have shopped any day of the week, but NO!, they chose to shop on my day off, costing me precious minutes as I stood in line behind them, waiting for them to check out and get out!
(Now I must admit that I have a lot of pet peeves, probably enough to stock a menagerie. A friend who is more open-minded than I am, suggested these people might have to wait until the weekend for a friend or relative who works to drive them to the market. I admit that is a consideration — for maybe 5%.)
So today, Saturday, not only was I shopping, I was shopping at my least-favorite store in the entire universe: WalMart. Can you imagine WalMart on the
weekend that is beginning the holiday season? Actually, by some miracle, they seemed to have all their checkstands open.What a concept! No waiting in long lines. I’d had to go there to get curtain hooks for my brand-new shower curtain for my newly-painted bathroom. I wonder if they do that every Saturday.
Then I did something else I promised myself I would not do on a Saturday — I went to the library. As I turned into the parking lot, there was the biggest, fluffiest bunny rabbit sitting in the landscaping. It was not like the little cotton-tails we see at the golf course. Those are much smaller and sort of beige. This was a big, dark gray handsome (and looking very well-fed!) bunny. Had to be somebody’s pet.
I parked quickly and hustled inside afraid that it might get spooked by traffic and hop into the street. This was no wild rabbit.
I went immediately to the bored-looking woman at the security desk. “Excuse me,” I said somewhat breathlessly from my quick trot across the forecourt. “Somebody’s bunny is outside in your landscaping.”
“Yes,” she said, clearly not interested in what I was telling her.
“There’s a pet rabbit out there and somebody needs to do something before it gets run over.”
“It’s our rabbit.”
“Your rabbit? Whose rabbit? The library’s rabbit?”
“Yes. We have several. They live in the landscaping. They’ve been there for years.”
Now I have been going to that library for many years and I have never seen any rabbits in the landscaping.
“Who feeds them?” I asked. The one I saw had certainly not missed any meals.
“Oh, everybody. People give them fruit and veggies and leftover bread from their lunches.”
“Sounds good,” I said hoping to coax a smile out of her — or at least some indication of interest. “Maybe I’ll go play in the landscaping.” Blank look. “I mean fruit and veggies sound good.” Continued blank look. “I mean, maybe somebody would give me … oh, never mind.”
I checked out a couple of books and scurried back outside, looking to the end of the parking lot, back toward the landscaping. No bunny in sight. I drove away slowly, trying to see between the bushes. Maybe they’ve always been there and I’ve just never noticed. Well, wherever they are, I hope they’re warm — they certainly look cared for.
Amazing the things you discover when you go out on Saturday. Maybe I’ll try it again some time.