Flirting With Mrs. Bluerinse
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Herbert Nehrlich
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'Excuse me, young man,
do you mind? '
Even at the market
you find the unusual,
the exotic and the unexpected.
Her fingers were pointing
to a shelf, out of reach.
And she fluttered her eyelids
to complement
and accentuate her
blue-rinse hair.
A lone multi-pack
of toilet paper,
rolls, tightly packed,
two-ply and pink,
occupied lofty heights.
'Would you.....? '
I would. And I winked.
Eighty-five-plus was smiling
with pearly brilliance,
waiting.
'A two dollar charge
applies normally,
but,
for you, and if you are
in a hurrry...........',
nodding toward the rolls.
Great joke, judging from
her reaction, and
we talked a bit longer,
outwitting each other
with pleasant and clever
bonmots.
'You must surely be in love',
she said when we parted.
How could SHE tell?
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