I rarely pay for things in cash,
Although
some stores prefer it.
They
charge more for a credit card,
So
customers deter it.
But
at the local bagel shop,
I
placed my morning order
And
realized that, when tallied,
I’d
be somehow short a quarter.
I
asked the counterman to please
Remove
one single bagel,
To
prove I wasn’t out to,
By
some method, well, finagle.
He
smiled and said, ‘You’ll bring to me
The
quarter when you’re able,”
Not
wanting to deprive me of
A
bagel at my table.
I
walked back home and quickly grabbed
A
quarter from the pile
And
at the shop, I plunked it down,
Which
earned a startled smile.
The
whole exchange reminded me
Of
childhood; before supper,
To
hit the grocer’s for some bread,
I
was the picker-upper.
I
carried change and worried that
I
might be short some money.
The
fact it happened now, not then,
Is
really kind of funny.
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