checkout

I'm in line at a store, and I'm bored, Typing on my phone, restless and alone. I’ve got light-blue nails, like the sky or your eyes. I like them, it’s my favorite color - I don’t know why. I’m buying flavors for my coffee, nutmeg and pumpkin spice. I like having coffee in the morning, when it’s cold, they’ll taste nice. There’s a really old lady at the check-out, she’s moving very slowly. She’s paying with cash and coin, from a pouch, counting carefully, holey-moley. She’s frail and reminds me of my Grandmère, with her white hair, her sturdy shoes, I want to pick her up and hug her - but laissez-faire. When my turn came, I waved my Apple watch over the pay terminal - it’s fast and contactless - like the whole world. Does anyone hug old ladies anymore?