Sunday, February 12, 2006

Martha Stewart Living

A man at the Dominion was looking long and hard
at chicken breasts, first at economy trays
then at smaller portions, finally hefting the smaller
and saying to the woman nudging his rear, 'Do you suppose
these are free-range chickens?' The woman shouldered
him aside.  She was in a hurry, she said, and in no mood
for asinine chit-chat.  'But no,' she said, scurrying away,
'I don't suppose those are free-range.  I suppose those
are dead chickens.' At which point, or actually about thirty
seconds later, the man said to me, 'Some days I am happy
I never married.'

Leon Rooke

11:57 AM