I’m learning new things here in Texas every day. Did you know that 40% of all farm-grown catfish in the US are consumed by Texans? I didn’t even know they grew catfish on farms. They sometimes have a stand in town that sells catfish tacos which seems to be pretty popular.
As gate guards, working a 24 hour gate, you learn to economize your time. Since we split the day and night duties, there are just a few hours each day when we’re both awake. This is when someone has to do the laundry, grocery shopping and occasionally go to WalMart.
Every gate guard knows where the nearest WalMart is, even if they’d never been WalMart shoppers before. The nearest WalMart is almost always an hour away. You have to plan ahead for things like single ply toilet paper that won’t, in theory, snag on the way to the great green tank in the yard.
Another thing I’d never heard of before coming to southern Texas is a second-hand grocery store. We have one in our little town. It’s a good ways to a first-hand grocery store, so we shop here at the Super S a fair amount.
I’ve shopped at second-hand clothing stores. I’ve gotten bread at the Day-Old Bakery. I’m new to second-hand grocery stores. The folks who work there are very nice, but the groceries are used. The lettuce is slick and wilted, fruits and vegetables are shriveled and the prices are very high. A local explained that they get the produce the bigger stores can’t sell. Hmm…
I’m not familiar with the grocery chains down here in Texas. Maybe the S in Super S stands for Seconds – Super Seconds Foods? Of course, that may only be true in tiny towns, I don’t know.
The other major chain seems to be H.E.B. The nearest H.E.B. is an hour away in Seguin, across the road from WalMart. I know what H.E.B. stands for because it’s on their little sign. Here Everything’s Better. I can’t argue with that. Their lettuce isn’t slick and they sell things like ham. You can’t buy ham at our Super S. Not even a used ham.
I’ve also learned that being afraid of your own shadow isn’t just a figure of speech. Roger, the pusher (tool, not drugs) came in around midnight. He pulled ahead and stopped half way between the RV and the drill site. He sat in the middle of the road with his headlights on for a long time.
I decided there must be something interesting out there. I thought I saw something big and dark moving at the side of the road. Then I thought I saw something(s) little and dark in the road in his headlight beams. I put my camera in my pocket (for protection and pictures) and headed toward the light. However, in a matter of a couple dozen steps, I was out of my halogen gate guarding glow.
I got to thinking about how there are wild pig traps all over and how they killed a 4 foot rattlesnake yesterday on the site and about the guy who saw a 6 coyotes on his way in. I heard noises. I still couldn’t see what was or wasn’t in the road and I surely didn’t know what was on either side. I spun around to go back to the RV when I tripped over this huge black thing, directly in my path. I gave a yelp as I was literally scared of my own shadow. Sad…
My friend says I have PTTD (Post Traumatic Texas Disorder). Maybe… probably just TTD since I’m still here.