Nice day for white teeth

Lots of good sleep last night, and early morning reading. Off to the dentist for my mother, who unfortunately once again has teeth that are crumbling and must be shored up. While our dentist was discovering this dismaying situation, I was out wandering around the International District, in particular Iwajimaya's supermarket. Had to survey the oyster selection, the geoducks and the lobsters, as well as have an exchange with an elderly woman who had mislaid her gloves somewhere in the produce department; she retraced her steps and found them lying on a mound of onions. Dear sweet old thing. She towered over me, and had to be in her late 70's at least. She must have been quite statuesque in her past.
Stupidly I shopped without eating anything but a banana and half an apple beforehand. Had to walk past their hot counters, which were emanating odors of all manner of Asian dishes. Finally found a bag of low salt peanuts in the shell, which I opened in the parked car in order to eat a handful before retrieving my mother. Realized I had forgotten her electrolyte solution, so I hurried up the street to a tiny market to find some GatorAde. There were a couple of cornfed-looking young women in front of me in line. An Asian woman behind them asked them what they were buying, and they told her it was the makings for bubble tea, that ghastly, unnaturally colored and flavored sweet stuff with globules of tapioca in it which youngsters like to suck up through oversized straws.
"We're from Montana, and we don't have it there," said one of the young woman." We're kind of slow on the uptake in Montana."
Such admirable self-knowledge.