the cashier at garfinkle's

the lady

at the bus stop,

leaning on her cane,

tells me she

used

to work at Garfinkle's

back in

the day.

i was the head cashier

she says,

floor three

in women's lingerie.

i step back and look at her.

yes.

i say.

i remember you.

you helped me pick out

that little sheer

black outfit

in 85 for  valentine's

day.

i thought you looked

familiar,

she says.

so how did it go?