Today, we drove to the hazardous waste disposal place in north Seattle. We dropped off some old automotive fluids that I once thought would be a good idea to keep on hand, but never got used, and which fell victim to last Wednesday’s hall closet cleanout, along with some old fluorescent bulbs we could neither dispose of nor recycle at our apartment building.
The center was a fascinating place – a little shed, out of the way, but conveniently located right off Aurora Avenue, and chock full of strict rules. Everything in its original container, transported in the car trunk only. No latex paint. Turn off all cell phones. Don’t pull forward until told to do so. Turn off the engine and step out of the car. Unload the car yourself. Sign the sheet on the clipboard.
It was staffed by a guy who clearly took no joy in his job. We were the only customers when we got there, so we were in and out in no time.
After the dropoff, we had brunch in Beth’s Cafe. It was busy, so we were among several parties waiting outside to be called. While we waited, we were entertained by a large goup of people trying to jump-start a car. The car needing the jump-start was parked on the curb next to Beth’s. The car doing the jump-starting was blocking one lane of Aurora. Of course, they got honked at often by traffic trying to get around them. They even got honked at by the driver of a RapidRide bus. (Really, how were they supposed to jump-start a car without blocking a lane?) Eventually, a Seattle Police car pulled up behind the blocking car. The officer got out to see if everyone was OK, then sat there in the police car with its lights flashing. providing protection. Suddenly, no one honked at the disruption.
The car on the curb finally got running. The jump-starting car drove off. The police car waited a few moments, then drove off. Then Phillip and I got called to our table.
Brunch at Beth’s Cafe was, of course, worth the wait. The food was excellent, in a diner sort of way, and the staff clearly took joy in their jobs.
After brunch, we drove to Archie McPhee for some shopping. Phillip was given a fortune cookie as soon as we walked in the door, because he was wearing an Archie McPhee hat. (We hadn’t planned on shopping at Archie McPhee when we left our apartment this morning. He often wears that hat.) Then he got a second fortune cookie at the checkout, just for making a purchase. I didn’t buy anything.
(Shoot! I forget to buy some wasabi toothpaste!)
We drove home after Archie McPhee. Phillip gave me one of his fortune cookies.
One of the things I miss about not having the laptop connected to the internet is that it’s not so convenient anymore to find the answers to questions that pop up when we’re out driving around and it’s Phillip’s turn to be on the desktop when we get home. Is Green Lake natural or manmade? Is it saltwater or freshwater? Who was Winona Avenue named after? (It’s Phillip’s role to ask the questions, and mine to find the answers.)