Grocery Store Friendship
One time while
wheeling
my two children up and
down
the aisles of the
grocery store,
I met a woman with her
two children,
at each pass, coming
from opposite directions.
We’d comment about the
weather,
the food labels, the
prices, our kids,
the mundane activities
of the day.
By the time our
baskets were full
we were friends,
except I never saw her again.
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