Friday, April 27, 2007
People like me are a nuisance
...in grocery stores. I rarely go shopping, and whenever I do step into a grocery store I'm immediately drawn to the displays, taking note of other shoppers and how they interact with the products. I get in the way of carts. I run into the twisters of twist ties. I run into bags of buns. Anyhow, on the way home today we stopped at the Safeway in Prince Albert to pick up some road food. Lo and behold, when I walked in I saw the word poetry in lights on my right. Poetry! And poetry in bloom, no less! I wasn't prepared for that. Nor was the staff of the poetry in bloom department prepared for me. "Why is this called poetry in bloom," I asked. The staff looked at me and said "I don't know." "Is there any poetry here?" I asked. No, she replied. "No one has ever asked me that before." So I walked around the poetry in bloom department, looking for poetry. I found no shortage of blooms. Roses. Tulips. Potted mums. How-to plant books. You name it. I even found the word bloom on a pot, but no poetry. Mind you, I neglected to check the backside of the pot. Maybe the poetry is there.