Kwazy
Shared on Tue, 01/08/2008 - 18:30Strolling through the supermarket, we arrive in the produce area. Jets shoot cool mist onto the beets and turnips every five minutes. They should hold an amateur wet t-shirt contest here on every other Wednesday.
I absentmindedly peel a leaf from a bunch of Boston lettuce. It's slimy in my hand. I gingerly place it on the crown my head. I'm either an Ann Geddes model twenty years later or a vegan Jew...only my urologist knows for sure.
Sarah is juggling cherry tomatoes. First three, then four, five and six as Lisa flips the into the pattern. I toss her a cantaloupe, and the whole thing goes to shit. She tosses the two cherries she's managed not to drop to me and says, "You try, funny man." I stick them in the corners of my eyes and scrunch up my face so they stay there. I can't be positive, but I've the feeling that Lisa is over by the cucumbers.
Ten plus ten equals forty minus twenty. That's all we are, and it's a long time until morning.
I absentmindedly peel a leaf from a bunch of Boston lettuce. It's slimy in my hand. I gingerly place it on the crown my head. I'm either an Ann Geddes model twenty years later or a vegan Jew...only my urologist knows for sure.
Sarah is juggling cherry tomatoes. First three, then four, five and six as Lisa flips the into the pattern. I toss her a cantaloupe, and the whole thing goes to shit. She tosses the two cherries she's managed not to drop to me and says, "You try, funny man." I stick them in the corners of my eyes and scrunch up my face so they stay there. I can't be positive, but I've the feeling that Lisa is over by the cucumbers.
Ten plus ten equals forty minus twenty. That's all we are, and it's a long time until morning.
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