What was he counting?
Change from the coffee he bought?
The numbers of his medicare card?
Some hope inspiring loto ticket?
I don’t know.
Did he chose his pants?
They are of a
greenish colour that dirt
does not really show up on.
Or does he just like the way
they look with his taupe
I better not contemplate this one.
I might get a headache.
Or die of boredom.
by M. Perron (Originally written January 27, 1993)
Notes: The enthusiasm of watching these particular mall people seems to have quickly faded. And, was I ever stretching to write something here…