What Are They Doing?
Last night on my way home from dropping off my mother-in-law, I stopped at Albertson’s to buy an overpriced box of Wheaties, $5.48. It was about 9:30. I found the Wheaties in the flourescent solitude, and with the Breakfast of Champions in my hand I walked over to the only open register. There, just checking out, was an artist friend of mine and her guy. Much laughter. They had bought a watermelon and two rubber chickens. They chose plastic bags over paper bags for the rubber chickens. I got 50 cents change, two quarters in my hand. Laughter out the automatic door.
