It had been a long day.
Two guys waiting to buy beer were behind me in line,
Having a loud conversation about football.
While I was paying, the bagger put my bread on the bottom--
Harder objects claimed its space,
And though, when I got it home, the loaf still smelled wonderful,
There was no removing the dents each sturdy can and object
Had made.
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What a great little snippet of life. Guess that cashier missed a day or two of bagging school.
ReplyDeleteAnd did you know a whole loaf of Wonderbread can be sqeezed into the size of a large walnut if you work at it hard enough?
Sometimes I feel as if i can be, too. :-(
ReplyDeleteYou are so creative. When I read this I felt like maybe you might have meant more than what you said. to me this was about the bruises we all get day to day from careless people who forget not to put the bread at the bottom of the bag. :) Keep writing you inspire me constantly with your seamless poetry.
ReplyDeleteYep, Grace, sometimes I feel "dented" by those with harder, denser energy than my own.
ReplyDeleteAw, stop griping - what doesn't kill ya' makes you stronger. Anyways, bread is squishy enough to take it.. (wink)
ReplyDeleteAnd another thing - you have absolutely no idea of what a shit day that poor bagging guy'd had, so there!
Shrinky, you're so rotten! LOL. What sort of commiserating gf are you, anyway? Laffin.
ReplyDeleteTime to make stuffing for the turkey when that happens. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love your blog, btw. I ADORE it, actually.
Grrr, sounds like the treatment my tomatoes recently rec'd... and what did they ever do to that disgruntled bagger anyway? lol
ReplyDeleteHA!!... my verification word is "backlip"! LOL
Scarlet saves the day with a timely suggestion! And gracias Senora for your very kind words. Please visit any time. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHa Lil Bit. Well, knowing you, that's got to be a combination of backtalk and "lip" LOL. And how do you know those weren't Killer Tomatoes? That bagger may have saved Anytown!