Supermarket Love

Supermarkets—those havens of the not-so-scintillating chore
of scouring numbered aisles, pushing carts and perusing produce—
are finding a new identity as a social hub in communities.
Parents now bring their children here to play, retirees gather for Bingo,
and singles find romance.  From the Wall Street Journal

I met her in the pasta aisle.

Attracted by her saucy smile,

I asked if she liked angel hair;

She said she’d buy some we could share.

We sampled cheese and garlic toast;

I kissed her by the strip loin roast.

She laid her head upon my chest

While pricing frozen chicken breast.

But then we quarreled o’er brussels sprouts,

so had to go our sep’rate routes.

And now I loiter by dry beans

And wonder just what true love means . . .