Saw some food. Got some food.
Damn pretzels on the floor.
Should I kick them
underneath the frozen food section,
or let that bored-looking bag boy know?
Maybe I shall crush them underfoot
and then let the poor kid clean it up.
But I won't watch,
I'll just chuckle
at my own imaginings
of his pissed-off demeanor.
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