Saturday, First, past the grocery store, I stop at the crosswalk where the automatic doors disgorge a parade of shoppers with carts who each pause at the threshold looking out over the parking lot, as if seeing a foreign land for the first time, not sure if venturing out was what they had in mind, their children sensing the hesitancy and exploring other possibilities; maybe half-way into the crosswalk, perhaps back into the store or back to look through the store window to remind themselves of where they just were. What madness is this I think as one shopper gathers herself and forces her cart forward into the logjam, scattering shoppers and children forward and returning some semblance of order to the world. Ah, Saturday
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 21:43:40 +0000
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