Tuesday, May 12, 2009

hide the family silver when I come to dinner

I had a doctor appointment this morning. On my way out, two pharmaceutical salesmen got on the elevator with me. One carried a large bag bulging with samples. I wondered how much would the contents of that bag get on the black market. I kept reminding myself, don't stare at the bag or they'll be on to you. I knew there was no way I could take on the both of them. I thought this recession is giving me a criminal mind. I became concerned. Then I became quite pleased with myself. This is good news for poems.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Reb, sometimes you just make me happy!!