I stood idly arranging the contents of my grocery cart to fit on the belt as compactly as possible; perishables, cans, boxes, and bags all jigsawed neatly together. The order ahead of mine seemed to be taking a long time, and instead of wishing I was somewhere else, my attention was drawn to the animated conversation of two young women in the next line over. They had serendipitously run into each other here, and so they chattered about the recent holiday, cute nieces and nephews, work, mutual friends. One mentioned a certain yoga studio to the other, and her friend replied that she had been meaning to try it. "Oh you should!" The first woman said. "It's wonderful! I'm literally there all the time!"
At that I chuckled to my inner English teacher and recited a little poetry back to myself:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
Evidently the lady in the other line didn't have that quandary.
At that I chuckled to my inner English teacher and recited a little poetry back to myself:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
Evidently the lady in the other line didn't have that quandary.
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