To sum up the year:
Today, while in Oregon, I stopped to get gas.
To the stoned-out gas attendant, who had a man-bun
And whose name was Jordan,
I handed a 100 dollar bill.
I waited and watched
The Dutch Bro’s line across the median
Slowly tick down as the gas dial
quickly ticked up.
“Okay, here is 85 cents.”
He counts my bills out.
“And we have
He shyly smirks.
And we both laugh.
A laugh shared with a stranger.
The opposite of irony is wrinkly
And the human connection still remains.
Hasta la vista, 2015.
Copyright © Mad Rose | Year Posted 2015
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