TRADER JOES


yesterday i paid $81.45 to fill up my 1969 impala 4-door.
it's avocado green with dark green leather interior and is
a great drinker of gas. so in the interest of saving both
the environment and my wallet i rode the bus to a home
depot in manhattan beach, a coastal suburb of los angeles

i need to replace a couple of torn pulldown shades.
waiting in the checkout line i started to fell strange
and leaving the store i realized i had eaten half a brownie
this morning. a momentary wave of panic hit me which i
shrugged off and walked two blocks to trader joe's where
i stood in another line with two liters of olive oil and
a package of peanut butter chocolate chip cookies

a very attractive woman is in front of me. she's dressed
in a short frilly kind of dress, a babydoll. it was popular
during the late 70s. she wore stylish glasses and heels
and had long blond hair. i thought to myself " good god
in heaven will you look at this woman !"

when i was a younger man i would have racked
my brain in an effort to say something clever.
now, in later years, its a snap. " excuse me i need
a beautiful woman like you to come home to.
are you available ?"

i know that sounds lame and corny. but it works
sometimes. even at trader joes