Philosophy in the liquor store
Jan. 14th, 2009 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitchen_kinkI was in my local liquor store today, buying a couple of bottles of wine for the house. The owner is behind the counter but is busy on the phone ordering cigarettes, getting a cynical kick out of the candylike flavors. He gestures to another woman, who comes behind the counter, having just been outside. Taking off her coat, she releases a shiver into the warmth of the store.
"It's so cold out," I say.
"It's not cold yet, from what they're sayin'."
I offer a look of appropriate dread, as she takes my credit card. While it's processing, she takes a look at her watch and sighs.
"Long day, huh?"
"Five o'clock," she mutters.
"Well," I say, "at least it always comes."
"Unfortunately," she says, and I look at her with some surprise. "We wish our lives away," she says. "It goes so fast when you're having a good time."
I feel a certain sadness grip me as I put my credit card away. I look her in the eye as I take my bag. "Do more of what you love," I say. She laughs, not cynically. "And have a good one."
"It's so cold out," I say.
"It's not cold yet, from what they're sayin'."
I offer a look of appropriate dread, as she takes my credit card. While it's processing, she takes a look at her watch and sighs.
"Long day, huh?"
"Five o'clock," she mutters.
"Well," I say, "at least it always comes."
"Unfortunately," she says, and I look at her with some surprise. "We wish our lives away," she says. "It goes so fast when you're having a good time."
I feel a certain sadness grip me as I put my credit card away. I look her in the eye as I take my bag. "Do more of what you love," I say. She laughs, not cynically. "And have a good one."
