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[title] => in the post office today
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[bodytext] => in the post office today, standing in front of me in line, was this woman who brought tears to my eyes... she was buying a short stack of money orders made out to the gas company and the electric company and the phone company. she had on this sad blue sweater that was all pills on the elbows and neck and wrists... and her blue knit pants were stretched out and saggy and she was smiling this smile that i've seen (and given) a million times before... a smile that says "i know you know this is all my money in the world, but i'm doing the best i can." without even seeing it, i know what her house looks like, and i know what her kitchen looks like. i know her table and her kids. i know her car and her yard. i wanted to go up to her and hug her. i wanted to say you're doing just fine. you'll be okay. but, i didn't. i just stood there in my stupid suit and tie. she paid the guy in crumpled twenties and tens and fives and ones that she pulled out of her purse... and when the guy said "you're still short a dollar thirty five" i wanted to hand it to him and say shut up, can't you see anything with your heart instead of your head? but, i didn't. i just stood there in my stupid suit and tie as she paid the dollar thirty five, turned around, smiled and walked away. today. Wednesday. ah, me. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 401 [topic] => 43 [informant] => JohnYamrus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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