I Hate Me, part 876,008
[I haven’t written in a while, or more precisely haven’t posted anything. Figured I’d try doing it again, This piece was started last fall]
A woman and her adult son came in and I could hear them bickering before I could hear any actual words, just sharp murmuring. As they got to the used cassette section,
SON-Look at all these cassettes, I should go through mine and sell some
MOM-You need to go through that stuff and deal with it
SON-Hey, they call it spring cleaning not fall cleaning (when he said this it was delivered with a smirk)
MOM-YOU BEEN SAYIN’ THAT FOR FIVE YEARS!
SON-Maaaaaaaa!
MOM-WELLLLL!?!
SON-I’LL DO IT!…I said I’ll do it an I’ll do it!
MOM-WHEN?!?!
SON-Maaaaaaa!
Then they walked through the store and out of our lives