The scene: a hot, rainy day in early September. A tired, overweight middle aged man is buying groceries at Pioneer. A chipper young woman, maybe half his age, says cheerfully to the cashier, “Don’t you just love seeing what people are buying?” The cashier looks blankly at the young woman and smiles. The middle aged man does the same. The young lady looks at the man and says, “I don’t know what those crackers are, but they look really good.”
Well, they aren’t crackers, they are Pim’s chocolate covered orange European biscuits. Basically, cookies. And they go really nicely with a glass of milk. There’s a parallel universe in which I responded to your observation with a quick, “They’re cookies. Want to come to my flat and try them?” I’m also imagining being slightly less overweight in that parallel universe.
I adore this city.
In addition to finding poems and creative writing on Craigslist, I also enjoyed stumbling upon well-written, interesting *authentic* missed connections messages. Back when the forum wasn’t so heavily monitored and policed, finding a gem (like the one above) was a treat for my ever-romantic heart. This “Pim’s plight” post was published on the Brooklyn feed last night, and while its online lifespan may be very short, its sentiment is forever remembered here.