I see her with her handful
of coupons,
in line ahead of me.
one for every item in her full
cart.
she has her check book out.
this could take a while.
she has a list in her hand
that she looks at, then runs
off, down another aisle
for something she forgot.
I look at my small basket.
at the ice cream melting.
bananas going to rot.
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