The $34 Soup
The soup shouldn’t cost $34 but I don’t usually shop here so I don’t know I was only here cause I was sick and didn’t want to cook for myself After filling it to the brim I weighed the container at self checkout ‘Cause I thought that’s what you do When the screen read $34 I didn’t even question it just sighed and reached for my wallet as if a cop handed me a speeding ticket but I didn’t disobey the law and the soup shouldn’t cost $34 I flagged down a cashier Just to be sure She punched some buttons then giggled at me the screen now reading $10.99 “we don’t do soups by weight” she said, pitying me, but I didn’t feel dumb ‘Cause this morning I wondered if I might get shot walking my dog and tomorrow, I fear I may wake to a world war and when your brain adapts to living in a state of constant disbelief the soup might cost $34
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I love how this small moment and interaction distills our times. That’s poetry.
Such a scary time! I wish everyone would wake up!!