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She may walk through crowds unseen An advantage of her age poking through products   at her own distracted speed Feeling fruit or sniffing soap Reading labels fine print through two pair of glasses turning slightly hoping no one sees... how gone it's getting.... She may lean on cart at check-out just shy of your usual... Old who ask for double bags Nope, she will not slow the line that way Remembering work assesses pain shifting weight to other leg to spare an aching knee Not one for counting desperate change Not arguing every item on receipt Not fumbling coupons nor writing checks ...will not slow the line... reluctant to let go of youth Remembering exhaustion's day she will not slow the line that way-- Fiddles with smart phone (Yes, she knows how!) to pass the time She fumbles through her purse-- God only knows what “old folks” look for Probably glasses, tissues, gum, or "Where the hell's my keys!" Stopping by a news rack on the way out Is she waiting for a cab? Who cares! Outta way, she stops to read The New York Times, WaPo, Journal Thee chapters of a novel Outside their pay-walls The mind beneath the woolen cap is at it grazing once again, for free Where she often likes to feed-- her curiosity No one sees her watching from the inside out and the corner of her eye But what to do about that cat litter? or ½ and ½ on highest shelves? she simply cannot reach.... Always some tall good-lookin' guy around to flatter his size looking for dog kibble, “big game snacks” or beer She plays the old lady card so well ...and somehow gets what she needs
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
On Not Slowing the Line
She may walk through crowds unseen An advantage of her age poking through products   at her own distracted speed Feeling fruit or sniffing soap Reading labels fine print through two pair of glasses turning slightly hoping no one sees... how gone it's getting.... She may lean on cart at check-out just shy of your usual... Old who ask for double bags Nope, she will not slow the line that way Remembering work assesses pain shifting weight to other leg to spare an aching knee Not one for counting desperate change Not arguing every item on receipt Not fumbling coupons nor writing checks ...will not slow the line... reluctant to let go of youth Remembering exhaustion's day she will not slow the line that way-- Fiddles with smart phone (Yes, she knows how!) to pass the time She fumbles through her purse-- God only knows what “old folks” look for Probably glasses, tissues, gum, or "Where the hell's my keys!" Stopping by a news rack on the way out Is she waiting for a cab? Who cares! Outta way, she stops to read The New York Times, WaPo, Journal Thee chapters of a novel Outside their pay-walls The mind beneath the woolen cap is at it grazing once again, for free Where she often likes to feed-- her curiosity No one sees her watching from the inside out and the corner of her eye But what to do about that cat litter? or ½ and ½ on highest shelves? she simply cannot reach.... Always some tall good-lookin' guy around to flatter his size looking for dog kibble, “big game snacks” or beer She plays the old lady card so well ...and somehow gets what she needs
Always shop during dinner hour. Shop DURING the snow storm, just as it's beginning. :)
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elizabeth-balise
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
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