I smile at the pretty cashier. I ask, “do you take this card?” She looks like she will appease me (seeing an old woman) shuffling along with my cart. “No”, she replies, “that’s not our store”. How will I buy my Pine Sol and crackers, I wonder? A lady comes out of nowhere and tells me I have left my purse open. Did I bring my purse? Another staff member offers to call me a cab although I came there on foot. It isn’t that I’m befuddled by age. I had my regular breakfast of a half bottle of gin.
Bobby Warner
10/1/2020 04:50:56 pm
Cute little story, Cindy. I feel this way some mornings--and I don't even drink!
Cindy
10/1/2020 06:29:40 pm
Thanks for commenting, Bobby. That is it. Have to walk in another's shoes sometimes. Comments are closed.
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