November 18, 2009


No Comment about the Cat Food

I stop at the janky little supermarket to pick up a couple of things on my way home from work.

The kid at the checkout pushes my high-fiber lite bread across the scanner and says,

“Whoa, that bread is really soft!”

I smile and wish he would not talk about my food.

“My mom buys the cheap stuff,” he continues. “It’s not soft like this. I didn’t know bread could be so soft.”

Accepting the compliment gracefully seems like the best way out of this.

“It is pretty soft,” I reply. “Maybe I’ll use it for a pillow.”

“Your bread is like one of those twenty dollar pillows,” he says. “Twenty dollars for a pillow!”

The checkout kid is very tall and thin. His face looks as if big hands are squeezing it and causing cheeks, lips, and eyes to puff out and bulge all babylike.

I will sleep tonight and dream of sammiches.

posted by Michael Grant Smith in anecdotes, food, objects 

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7 Responses to “No Comment about the Cat Food”

  1. Michael Smith on November 18th, 2009 at 10:15 pm

    Michael Grant Smith! I’ve missed you. It’s tough being the only Michael Smith in a crowd.

  2. Deron Bauman on November 19th, 2009 at 12:19 am

    Michael! Goddammit we’ve missed you.

  3. Sheila Ryan on November 19th, 2009 at 12:23 am

    Please, Michael. Talk about your food.

  4. Deron Bauman on November 19th, 2009 at 1:09 am

    twenty dollar pillows!

  5. Michael Grant Smith on November 19th, 2009 at 6:29 am

    Thank you, everyone.

    If you miss me, please reload and continue shooting.

    xo,

    MGS

  6. Lucy Foley on November 19th, 2009 at 8:49 am

    Little glimpses of another life rolling down the slow moving conveyor belt. Oh.

  7. Sheila Ryan on November 19th, 2009 at 10:10 am

    Loose-meat sammiches.

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