My computer mouse has latterly gone berserk from time to time, engaging in some really peculiar antics, so I decided it was time for a replacement. Besides which, the printer cartridges needed changing, so off we went yesterday afternoon to a nearby shopping plaza. While we were at it, we decided to drop in to the JYSK store and another home decor store both of which sell fairly nice bedding. Just browsing, to see if either of them, located quite close to our original destination, Office Depot, had anything we could tell our granddaughter about.

When we were exiting the first of the shops, I noticed a cashier looking questioningly at us, as though suspecting us of attempting to abscond with something we  hadn't paid for, although an electronic security system is set up at the doors to prevent just such occurrences. I imagine then that most people who enter, exit with purchases, not given to browsing for comparison purposes.

Our very selective granddaughter is on the lookout for an attractive (to an 18-year-old) bedding set; sheets and pillowcases, and a comforter set for her University of Toronto living arrangements come September, since she'll be living in residence close by the campus she'll be attending. She wants colours and patterns that are extremely youth-feminine and that's hard to come by unless you look online and see them breathlessly advertised at inflated prices appealing to the decor-obsessed determined that when they set out for the first time to decorate some place that is nominally 'theirs' outside the family home, that new place will express their taste and personality.

I don't see what she has her heart set on as matching her personality; taste perhaps, and that will most certainly change in a short period of time. I had taken snapshots of some of the offerings and sent them along to her in case there was something that struck her fancy. As it happens, nothing did, though I sent along about 7 photos of comforter sets I thought might appeal to her, since she had sent me links of those that did, attached to an online marketing company that doesn't ship to Canada, and even if it did the price was absurd, to which would be added the differential in Canadian funds.

We left the car where we'd originally parked it and walked over to a few destinations in handy distance to conclude our other missions. When we returned to the car, prepared to head for home, there was a shopping cart from nearby HomeSense that had been left beside our car. If anything makes me disgusted about people's shopping habits, it is their laziness in not returning shopping carts to the depot caches meant to contain them, rather than leaving that little social obligation for other people to do, in fear of a loose shopping cart presenting as a missile if an unobservant driver strikes one.

I made to move the cart, then noticed something left in it, someone's cellphone. My husband waited in the parking lot with Riley while I entered the store to hand the cellphone over, with an explanation to an employee there whose manager could take charge of it, though I really felt like just depositing it in the nearest waste disposal unit.

Just as well none were handy.