Trip To Staples
Wizened old person that I am,
wading through the horde
of clerks at Staples, I loiter a bit
trying to recall the cartridge number I need.
Too loudly, a mordacious clerk comments,
“Wonder if we should call 911.”
I elicit your sympathy, she has some nerve!
My mind was shackled by my latest trifle but
I was fully dressed - pajamas and housecoat.
written March 28, 2017
for Eight Words Contest by John Hamilton
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