Apple Juice – Natalie

Thursday 7 September 2017 10:00 am At the grocery store, I approach the cashier with the shortest line and place my intended purchase 2 Litres of Coconut Water and 1.5 litres of Orijin of Jamaica Apple Juice on the conveyor belt: “Good Morning.” “Good morning. That’s a great choice; the best apple juice I’ve ever had.” “Is that so?! Thanks for the review. I haven’t tried it before.” “Well, You’ll enjoy it…” She looks up at me with a smile.Read more

All Smiles

Friday 26 August 2016 10:31am Women are friendly today. At least seven different women of various ages offer unprompted salutations to me as I pass them by on the sidewalk. Some even smile; a rare occurrence in this city. Perhaps it is because it is Friday. The woman at the Post Office asks for my phone number, saying it’s to contact me when my package arrives. With a smile, she scribbles the digits down on a crumpled scrap of paperRead more

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

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

In A Few Years

Later, another older woman reaches through the driver side window and begins stroking my face: “I’ve always told you that if I was a few years younger…” And I think: “No, what you used to say is you wish you had a daughter my age.”Read more

Recollection

I am the only customer in the dark little store. There is a sole female clerk, wearing a short, tightly fitting dress with broad shiny bangles, multiple golden rings on several of her fingers and large golden earrings dangling from her ears, standing behind the counter. I choose three items… “I would like to have these three, please; each in a paper envelope.” Meticulously, she removes each from its plastic case, folds the labels, and slips them into paper envelopes. The task takes longer thanRead more