Thursday, July 5, 2012

The third ...

The woman in front of us at Walgreen's has a deceptively large load of small items and a pre-teen boy angling for a pack of gum. She sets her items up on the counter. One. At. A. Time. There's this, there's that, there are flip-flops. Then she sets down blue nail polish. Then white. I know it's coming even before she sets down the red. 

The polish is in a patriotic line. I look at Chuck and try to share what has just happened using only my eye muscles and telepathy. He fails to read me.

When I return my attention to what's happening in front of me, the woman has begun explaining her process to the cashier.

"I'm going to paint my big toenails blue with white dots, then ..." she says.

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