The parking lot is full

Extra Foods is always busy. It's 6:15. We were at the lake longer than planned. H is still inside, buying chicken burgers, fish burgers, whatever. Must cut back on red meat. Damn. He's been in there forever. A man in a yellow t-shirt sings his way to the shopping cart shelter, a canary against the coalmine sky. It's going to storm. He smiles my way, slips in a loonie, smiles again. Likely read my mind. Fair enough. It wasn't too original. Ok, canary boy, how about this: a smart alec tweety birds my way, pushing his cage to Granny, his back to the sylvester-faced sky. Sorry buddy, Granny's marinated boneless skinless chicken breasts were on sale last week. A 4 kg box for $25.40. Pay more attention to your flyers. He looks up. It's getting darker. Yep, it's spitting. The drooling will come next. A gust hits the car. He smiles again. Alright then. The boom of Granny's broom.