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~ "paper or plastic?" she asks as i stand; her chatter, all friend-like... warms my heart while she scans, and insures i’m a fan. i reach for my jeans and draw from my pocket, my wallet falls open (it's lost all elastic), no green in its folds cuz my wife got there first, *"guess this time i will be paying with plastic."* "paper or plastic?" my answer he asks, my groceries all scanned ’cross the checkout counter, in disarray they lie waiting, for the next stop, my home; but the trip to my car at the end of the lot, and the slamming of brakes to bring my car to a stop, yeah, that bag better hold! *"i think it is best... do you mind if i ask for a little of both?"* "paper or plastic?" she asks with a smile! the look on her face does not beguile the dance of her eyes, as our food she prepares; a feast for the palate this Saturday’s eve. my reply, unexpected, off my tongue rolls, with such ease... *“this ain’t no diner, love! thanks, but no thanks, i’d prefer china... please!"* ~ *post script. a fun one that has been tumbling around inside this silly head for months, just dying to come out. enjoy this, yet another glimpse ’neath the covers of this ADHD mind!!*
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
paper or plastic?
~ "paper or plastic?" she asks as i stand; her chatter, all friend-like... warms my heart while she scans, and insures i’m a fan. i reach for my jeans and draw from my pocket, my wallet falls open (it's lost all elastic), no green in its folds cuz my wife got there first, *"guess this time i will be paying with plastic."* "paper or plastic?" my answer he asks, my groceries all scanned ’cross the checkout counter, in disarray they lie waiting, for the next stop, my home; but the trip to my car at the end of the lot, and the slamming of brakes to bring my car to a stop, yeah, that bag better hold! *"i think it is best... do you mind if i ask for a little of both?"* "paper or plastic?" she asks with a smile! the look on her face does not beguile the dance of her eyes, as our food she prepares; a feast for the palate this Saturday’s eve. my reply, unexpected, off my tongue rolls, with such ease... *“this ain’t no diner, love! thanks, but no thanks, i’d prefer china... please!"* ~ *post script. a fun one that has been tumbling around inside this silly head for months, just dying to come out. enjoy this, yet another glimpse ’neath the covers of this ADHD mind!!*
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
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