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

coloured socks?

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…

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