conveyor

we are all creaking towards death. but eventually the rubber mat comes back around to a beginning (i know because i saw the same stain reappear, again and again). half the time in darkness, half the time in light, beneath the condensation of a gallon of 1% store brand milk. of course, we could uncover the subtle warmth of reprieve when the cashier has to go on a break or replenish the supply of pennies in the cash drawer. maybe, then, the 'ten items or less' line holds more appeal, for there is no belt system, just a ledge for the placement of the small plastic hand-basket. although, i did see someone accidentally send a glass jar of pickles tumbling from this ledge once. no, that is a lie. but it could happen. the inevitability of the conveyor: it at least provides the stability of support.