A young mum with a trolley tries to barter
with the Warehouse staff, says yeah her pinus
radiata breadbox took a jolt
and scratched the upper half a bit. They take
her with a pinch of salt, and call the guard.
A skimping hard case writes a cheque, and now
the Black & Decker he can get himself.
The teen who works the checkout beeper watches
all the crud that’s destined for the tip
flood past: a jersey with a little rip,
a spatula, a fishy aftershave
to keep a bachelor a bachelor,
a plastic sword, a power board, some bran.
The checkout chick nicks something for her man.
© Nick Ascroft