The woman who cut me off
in the parking lot
is keeping me from the orecchiette.
I stomp my feet a little;
a firm yet subtle queue
to get the hell out of my way.
An old woman baffled, viagra
blocks the aisle with her cart.
A line of eight angry shoppers
scowl with impatience
as she asks a nice young man
to help her fetch some sauce
from the top shelf.
I check myself.
Why so angry?
I give the clerk a smile.
Inside they know
I want to ring everyoneâ??s neck.
They must have the patience of saints.
Or do employees get free Valium?
And would they be willing to share?
The only one to escape my wrath
is the little girl in produce
who had to take her shoes and socks off
in front of the broccoli.
One day sheâ??ll be a champion aisle blocker;
this is just a test run.
Grocery list of things
I should have left behind:
anger, hunger, my cranky pants
Note to self:
next Sunday get take-out