Tuesday, May 10, 2005
As he stood on the stepladder stacking cans he looked out over the tops of the aisles and surveyed the store. He felt important, like he was David, the grocery manager. He looked for someone to wave to, but none of the cashiers were looking in his direction. It didn't matter. He didn't know any of them well enough to way to them when he wasn't on a stepladder, why would he wave now?
He wondered what it would be like to have to look down at the shelves he normally looked up at. Would he see things on those shelves differently? Would he be more apt to purchase things on this shelve? Would he read those boxes more intently? Would he duck his head when he walked through the doors at work?
He was sure that the old man who smelled like cologne and mouthwash wouldn't complain to him anymore about the avocados being too ripe if he was this tall. He wouldn't dare.
He knew he'd never be that tall. There's some ambitions you can't fulfil.
He wondered if he'd ever know anyone that tall as he stepped off the ladder. Probably not, he thought.
He wondered what it would be like to have to look down at the shelves he normally looked up at. Would he see things on those shelves differently? Would he be more apt to purchase things on this shelve? Would he read those boxes more intently? Would he duck his head when he walked through the doors at work?
He was sure that the old man who smelled like cologne and mouthwash wouldn't complain to him anymore about the avocados being too ripe if he was this tall. He wouldn't dare.
He knew he'd never be that tall. There's some ambitions you can't fulfil.
He wondered if he'd ever know anyone that tall as he stepped off the ladder. Probably not, he thought.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 12:48 PM 
