Friday, July 30, 2004
Between Automatic Doors
CD of the Week: Freedom
Film of the Week: North by Northwest
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CFTP: page 37.
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I went to the grocery store after work on Tuesday. I got my stuff and got in line. There were seven of us in line -- pretty long line for 12:30 am. Finally a second employee opened up the line next to us, and that great thing happened, in which I was the next up in my line, but every fucker behind me cut me off as I went to go to the newly-opened lane. So I got back in my line, the slow line, and every single one of those fuckers got out of the store before me because I had the slow checker. It's like this woman was inspecting each product before she scanned it.
I bag my stuff and walk out, and everything slows down in the lobby outside. There's this tall, blond woman, and her eyes are wide open and wet. She's not looking at me, but she's also not looking at the guy she's with. They stand together, but they face different directions, like they are embarrassed. And as I walk through the automatic doors, it's as if she's going to collapse on the ground and hold her hands against the knees of her blue jeans. It's all she can do to keep it together until I leave the store so she can fall apart.
Film of the Week: North by Northwest
* * *
CFTP: page 37.
* * *
I went to the grocery store after work on Tuesday. I got my stuff and got in line. There were seven of us in line -- pretty long line for 12:30 am. Finally a second employee opened up the line next to us, and that great thing happened, in which I was the next up in my line, but every fucker behind me cut me off as I went to go to the newly-opened lane. So I got back in my line, the slow line, and every single one of those fuckers got out of the store before me because I had the slow checker. It's like this woman was inspecting each product before she scanned it.
I bag my stuff and walk out, and everything slows down in the lobby outside. There's this tall, blond woman, and her eyes are wide open and wet. She's not looking at me, but she's also not looking at the guy she's with. They stand together, but they face different directions, like they are embarrassed. And as I walk through the automatic doors, it's as if she's going to collapse on the ground and hold her hands against the knees of her blue jeans. It's all she can do to keep it together until I leave the store so she can fall apart.
