I don’t think I did that

by Regis Boff

Age has sharpened my awareness. With this alertness has come a growing tumor of impatience and antagonism. I now only vaguely recall a time when I would swallow the bile of a surfacing comment and just let it go.

I have to sedate myself to bear people who pay by check at the supermarket. I am certain that only women do this. There is a kind of premeditated female unawareness that permits them a prolonged hunt through a pocket book to locate a checkbook while others wait. Let alone hunting for a pen. These are the same women who seem jolted that they are being asked to pay at all.

They forcibly removed me today from a Stop and Shop today because some woman accused me of spitting on her during the reconciliation of her checking account while on line.

I don’t think I did that.