when a cashier breaks ranks,
and she exposes all the customer is always right
*******,
when you bid her goodnight and
she turns, all fear and loathing in las vegas
face of forced politeness -
a face that looks more like a hallucination
than expressing the calm of repeating
the endless android-like no-problems boss:
the customer is always right...
     it's like on this Ford-style conveyor belt,
being assembled for nothing other than
a death...
   bought the Bacardi *** and the Japanese
beer.. stumbled...
some kinds of ciders make you peckish,
but this wasn't the 8.2% cider...
              went back and looked for a tube of
Pringles (salt & vinegar)...
walk home eating about 3/4 of the tube...
  just thinking about the face i just saw...
10 minutes from closing time...
     and what happens when you undermine
the impersonal relation between a supermarket
cashier and the shopper...
and groove into the personal relation between
a supermarket cashier and the shopper...
elsewhere it's the obvious polarization,
the: high-ground, the middle-ground...
and then the trenches of arguments...
plus... i haven't eaten crisps in a long time...
that's what a seasonal-based diet does to you...
strawberries? in December?!
                             what?!
                 apples in the middle of summer?!
what?!
           well... i almost forgot how decent
pitchshifter's album deviant was...
back in the day... rumors of being banned
and what not... well... whatever happened
with that band... sure as **** happened...
maybe the whole Queenie Liz the II
   and Johnnie Papa Paul the II cover did it back
then...
               culturally speaking...
back in the *** Pistols decade?
                               you could get away with
anything, things were stagnant or at least plateau
on the Norman side of events.