I have this fantastic image in my head from today; a customer whose shopping so perfectly fitted him that it made me wonder how often that happens. I must make a mental note to make a physical note when it does - I could have a little collection of character outlines in shopping...I wrote a couple of Haikus in Glasgow on a similar note I guess; the age-old question of our character being reflected in our visage. Teresa in the 'Unbearable Lightness' gazing in the mirror hoping to see her soul (must look up that quote).
With her fruit trolley,
Old lady in Birkenstocks
Reminds me of me
A man with a nose
Wears his black hat tipped proudly
For promenading
That was the two from Glasgow... The guy I served today was all neaty sweety in a tweed suit; perfectly fitted with a high waist and immaculate tie. A reall dandy. Fluffy hair brushed, not combed and twinkling eyes. He was buying lemons and Parade Gloss shoe polish in brown.
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