My Boyfriend's favorite store is
He has to practically drag me
to get me to go there.
I'm just not into buying the
Mount Everest size of anything.
Or 50 lbs. of Romaine lettuce
when I need only a few ounces.
But yesterday he lured me there
under the pretense of doing some
For the Puppies.
(Read that Grandkids)
As he parked the car, I waited in
A woman walked past me talking
on her cell phone.
"He was a little crabby and
She continued her conversation, but with
the clanging of the carts, and the
floor scrubber going full force,
I couldn't hear any more.
Intrigued I was, however.
Who was "He"?
Her teenage son?
The UPS man?
And just how does one go from being
"a little crabby"
(I'm seeing an infant here)
to "borderline abusive" in one sentence?
(People on Meth are like this)
I will never know,
and she won't either.
That I overheard one sentence of her life
and speculated from
zero to Jerry Springer in about ten minutes.
What's with people these days?
(I think I mean myself)
The Christmas shopping?
Books. Six. One for each Puppy.
And five gallons of cottage cheese.
(The Boyfriend is into this lately)
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