Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

Lets Go To the Dollar Store

My husband is never fully honest about Saturday morning.
He pretends we are only going to the Dollar Store
We have to spend twenty-five dollars to save five dollars.
I usually spend fifty to seventy, he spends a lot less.

Then he turns the car not toward home and I start harping.
I only agreed to the dollar store, not six other places.
He goes nowhere during the week. I should have caught on by now.
I must be a slow learner. I grouse as we make six more stops.

Not my idea of enjoying my Saturday.
Not his either by the time he finally gets me home.

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Gershon Wolf April 27, 2022 at 11:58 PM Your husband is my wife. She goes to one store, which leads to another, another, another... Caren Krutsinger April 28, 2022 at 2:01 AM I want to go to ONE store; ONE store is what I have agreed on.

Valsa George April 26, 2022 at 10:55 PM Instead of going out everyday, he does all that he wants to do in a single trip on a Saturday ! He is a very practical man, Caren ! Caren Krutsinger April 27, 2022 at 4:14 AM He has EVERY hour of EVERY day to shop, and he knows that I hate it. He is not considerate of me.

L Milton Hankins April 26, 2022 at 11:57 AM Aw, he wants you to be with him. That's sweet. It's perfectly obvious to me. Caren Krutsinger April 27, 2022 at 4:14 AM That is the problem. I want to paint.