At the
grocery store this morning
While
uncarting my goods at the
Checkout
stand, I made a clichéd
Remark to
the clerk as she scanned:
“It’s gonna
be a hot one today, 95
In the shade
the weather folks on
TV claimed.”
(Whatever possessed
Me to comment
on the weather? I
Usually
never begin a conversation
With such
trivial matters.) But I
Figured 95
was a safe and hot topic
Given that I
didn’t know the woman
From Eve.
And sure enough, the
Issue of
weather didn’t impress her
Enough to
illicit a remark in return.
That is
until she got to the ½-gallon
Of Peanut
Butter Panic Ice Cream I had
Selected. “Hmmm,”
She sighed without
Looking up
at me or interrupting the tan-
talizing flow of that cool carton sliding
Satin smooth
through her wanting finger
Tips, “Gotta
get me some of that.”
Chris
Hanch 6-20-15
Peanut Butter Panic Ice Cream. The poem with details I get. Good thing you opened with small talk/cliche...sometimes they lead to acknowledgement of exceptional food choices. Thanks for the nice carton of details.
ReplyDeleteI'm alway tuned to the possibilities no matter how trite the beginnings. Thanks, Matt, for your comments.
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