.and can't be scared.

New Yorkers
(well, in my case)
never seem to do
big grocery shopping.
Rarely that Sunday trip with
ten or more bags.

Too much schlepping.
Not enough space on the subway.
Silly.

Because of this, I tend to
shop just about every day
picking up this or that.
Whatever fits in my purse.

So that led me to realize the random
combinations
that have appeared at the checkout line:
Beer, kitchen cleaner and buttermilk.
Broccoli, Fabreez and Doritos.
String, People magazine and Japanese candy.
Dumplings, scissors and cheese.

All in a day's work my friend.