I shrugged on the jacket and my hands automatically dug deep into the front pockets, where my hands always reach of their own accord. I pulled out a slip of paper, jaggedly ripped, one-sixth of an 8.5x11. On one side was a Will Call receipt for some forgotten concert, on the other, the ubiquitous grocery list.
I picked up the current grocery list from the kitchen table and compared it to the pocket list. Also a raggedly ripped sixth of a letter sized piece of paper, this one lined, this one bearing income tax calculations on the non-list side. But the grocery list side was nearly identical to the November list - eight items on each, four of them identical.
It makes me wonder why I bother with a list in the first place, if I just keep buying the same items. Especially when I have been known to walk into the grocery store, armed with a list that reads only supper x 2.
What's in your pockets?