In the Checkout Line

The clerk and I
Exchange pleasantries
As she passes my groceries by the scanner;
Twenty years ago, in fact,
I taught her English composition,
Was a wonderful teacher
She says — isn’t it a terrible spring?
She says she can remember
Blah blah blah yakkety yackety blooey . . .
My celery, cat food, meat, fruit, bread,
Detergent, deodorant, dish detergent,
Toilet paper, talcum powder, prunes,
Pickles, flour, vitamins, ice cream, milk,
Butter, juice, magazines, personal hygiene pads —
All range before her; now all are packed, tallied,
And I have paid, and I am
Sorting my change
With fingers that seem larger,
Thicker than usual
To put it into my green leather
Change purse
It is a juggling act.

She is quite jovial:
I have teased her as attractive
Mid-thirties checkout clerks
Like to be teased:
We are buddies:
Ex-teacher and
There is a mutual respect.

Then I hear a sigh from
The guy standing next in line.
I know why:
I have become one of those
Old guys I used to hate
Standing behind.

Time has turned me into
A slow fumbling character
A bemusing being
Soon to be the guy
Who shaves on weekends,
Walks everywhere because
He’s afraid to lose his driver’s licence.

I look at the guy who sighed:
He is in a hurry
Sorry, I say,
I am getting addled,
But spring is coming,
And the flowers will be just behind.

He looks at his watch
And starts flirting with the checkout clerk
Teasing her as attractive
Mid-thirties checkout clerks
Like to be teased.
She blushes and touches her hair.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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1 Response to In the Checkout Line

  1. Stephanie says:

    Sorry to spoil the illusion (internationally), but Dad you have always been the sort of person who lingers and jokes (and flirts) with check out ladies: once, much to my chagrin as an embarrassed 13 year old with no time nor understanding of such dad type behaviours.

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