I am trying to improve my writing speed, and I've decided for no good reason to post my little writing exercises to Nostr. I am currently , when writing at a comfortable speed , at around 50 wpm , and that's touch typing without looking at the screen , so I am quite happy with that .

I went to the shop today and bought alcohol . It's a little small shop on the edge of town, family run.There were two men , dressed in navy standing outside having a chat . I don't think that they were both wearing navy on purpose, and I remember thinking that they were delivery men, because they were talking outside a white van .

The middle aged woman that was working in the shop (the owner evidently) was carrying a big box into the shop . She carried it from just outside the shop to the inside, and I was right behind her entering the shop.

Our movements were synchronous for a brief moment , but that synchronicity was broken when she stopped and set the box down , but I continued past her and made my way to the drink section.

I spent a longer amount of time than usual considering what drink to buy, and I recall feeling a little bit self conscious , as this was quite early in the day, and I was worried that I might look like an alcoholic. I thought about it a little longer , and realised that I was being ridiculous. I decided on buying a bottle of wine on the grounds that beer would have more calories , and that it makes me drowsy and sluggish when I drink more than two or three. There were about 12 or so wines to choose from, but white was out of the question. I hate white wine. They didn't have Malbec , which I prefer, although I couldn't tell you why , because I don't know the first thing about wine, I just have a notion that I like Malbec better. It occurs to me now that I have many such notions that aren't necessarily founded in reason or logic, and I wonder if other people are the same.

When I decided on my bottle of wine , I turned around , and glanced at the cashier at the other end of the shop. I thought to myself that the woman looked like she was from India, and that there was a new cashier working here that I hadn't seen before , but as I got closer , I realised that in fact , the cashier was the same girl that has always worked there (I think that she might be the owners daughter), but there was a lot of contrast in the shadows due to strong sun shining in through the windows, that the shadows , at a distance , made her skin seem darker. I paid for the wine, and as she was putting it into a paper bag , I began to daydream about something, but I can't remember what .

I snapped out of the day dream when the cashier motioned towards the card machine urging me to "tap away" . I never like tapping the card, but I did so because I was pulled abruptly from my daydream and it was more of a reaction than a concision decision. Then I went outside, got in my car , and drove home.