Tale of the Teller

Wednesday October 5th, 2016 5:32pm There is one line of customers being served by two tellers; a middle aged woman and a young man sitting behind one-way reflective glass panes with narrow horizontal slots in them. I am fourth and last in line, and I see the male teller scan the line with his eyes. My assumption is that he is hoping no one joins the line after me. He looks at me and begins speeding up his transactions; quicklyRead more

Sweet Beets

August 20, 2016 4:45pm “Hi, I need to talk to you later; I have a number for you.” “A number? What kind of number? Why don’t you just talk to me now?” “A friend of mine saw you out in the parking lot a few months ago. She finds you attractive; she gave me her phone number to give to you.” *** She hands me a lightly crumpled, folded slip of paper which I unfold. It is a receipt forRead more

Ballet Sitting – KJ

Wednesday 29 July 2015 1:35 PM Woman: I have some things to take care of upstairs. Do you want to come with me? Daughter: No, I’ll stay with him. Dressed in ballet clothes, she’s a seven year old girl that I just met for the first time. She passes the time dancing around with a lollipop.Read more

Rain is Water

Thursday 30 June 2016 1:15 pm It is raining heavily. I open the car door a little; just enough to get the umbrella out. Before I can open the umbrella I see a woman wearing a red blouse under a dark coloured pant suit failing her attempts to lock her car door, balance her boxed lunch, and prevent her umbrella from blowing away in the wind. She sacrifices her car keys to a puddle of water but cannot stoop low enoughRead more

Minus Ten

Tuesday 24 May 2016 9:43 AM “You got a haircut?! You look ten years younger!” “Really?! So how old do I usually look?” “I don’t know. You just look younger. It takes you.” “So I look like what; 50 years old now?” “It looks nice. It looks very nice.”Read more

Next in Line

Monday 23 May 2016 I’m in the hallway chatting with a friend; a woman. Another woman approaches, brushes up against me as she passes by, then continues on her way. Later at the grocery store, I find the shortest line to a cashier. There is a line where one man is already paying for his groceries, but someone has left their shopping basket at the end of the conveyor. I move past the unattended basket and place my lunch, GranolaRead more