A Store That Only Sells Leggings
A store that only sells leggings.
What? How is this even possible?
In this economy? What would keep it in business?
Serious, this is as ridiculous as a store that only sells
Mickey Mouse stamp pads. Crazy!
The posters say the entire store costs ten dollars.
Is this the whole store, including the cash register?
Does this include the display pieces?
Are you buying the land? Or is this just the leggings
That cost ten dollars? One legging or all of the leggings?
I prance in to do my damage, because the guy is alone.
Tiny guy, large round glasses, looking at a cell phone.
Gee. I wonder why people do not feel welcome.
He glances at me briefly, figures I am not his market,
And starts playing Paint the Birds or Cotton Candy or something
Equally wise on his phone. Come on guy, turn down the volume!
Bing. Ping. Ding. Ping. Sing. Bring. Are you kidding me?
I try teasing him about the sign. He is clearly not amused.
Not delighted at conversation; a particularly dour shop boy.
Who obviously owns no piece of this place and is not paid on commission.
I could have stolen all the leggings, and he would not have noticed.
Even if he had noticed, I doubt he would have moved.
Reminded me of so many I see who have forgotten about real
People, living an I-phone life now, a fantasy I-phone life.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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