At the co-op today four people were talking about their droids, which are phones, in case you don’t know, and what their droids could do and their droids and their droids and their droids. I was getting peppercorns for Chicken Abodbo, which I’m going to make this afternoon, and I thought all people ever talk about is their stuff. They fill their conversations and their imaginations and thoughts with all the stuff they have and all the stuff they want. And then I walked away, passing a woman with one of those Haiku purses that I’ve wanted for so long, over a year now, ever since my friend Laurie got one and I thought, I wonder where I can find one are they online as soon as I get home I’m going to do a Google search.
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