1. The beautiful massage therapist who works upstairs walks by the window of the market where I work carrying her basket of linens and wearing her fitted knit robe, and I dream I am in Bolivia, wherever that is.
2. The fat lady postal worker with the moustache comes in to the market, clogs up the toilet, buys her customary pork rinds, canned vienna sausages, and two packages of chiclets, and I dream I am in hell. 3. The small, gender and age ambiguous child with the bowl cut and glasses approaches the counter and buys the local rag and a copy of the Wall Street Journal, and I dream of aliens from outer space. 4. My least favorite old Jewish couple is here. They ask me to do things like walk them to the dairy case, because they don't think they can find it on their own, its only the millionth time they've been in the shop. Or they have me put each of their seven items in separate bags, four plastic, three paper, and to roll up their newspapers and secure them with a rubber band. They talk to each other without hearing each other. I dream of being alone. 5. The old, overweight, intelligent, and probably gay alcoholic guy is here asking me if I have watched that documentary on the Ukraine he gave me yet. I tell him I have not had time, which is a lie. I just keep forgetting. He says he is giving up on educating me about my heritage, buys his cheap Andre champagne, Lactaid, and Egg Beaters, and leaves with a chuckle. He used to write for National Geographic magazine, and I wonder what he thinks of his life. I dream of him that night, and he is drunk and pleading, dropping things everywhere, and crying. 6. The humongous couple who think they are a comedy team were just here. they bought their usual mountain of groceries, strictly meat and dairy, and paid by check like always too. when i smelled the check to make sure it was good, they told me not to sniff too much, that he keeps his checkbook in the pocket near his butt. i didn't even crack a smile. they waddle out with their tremendous arms full of bags of food, and i dream of their deaths. perhaps they will suffocate each other in their sleep, but probably they will have heart attacks. i wonder if the coroner will be able to take them out whole, or have to chop them into pieces. i wonder if they will need more than a grave plot each, like they need more than one airplane seat each. i wonder if they are happier than i am. moreover, i suspect they might be. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
