Checking out at Foodland

I no understand

How some people, yeah,

Follow words they scratch down on one long piece paper,

Like at Foodland, yeah,

The lady in front me at check out,

Looking at her list: cereal, bread, cheese, wine…

She forgot the wine, ask me,

Can save her spot?

I say, “Go for it,” cuz, gotta show Aloha, yeah?

She leave her list in the cart.

I take her list, pull out my pen, yeah,

I write BIG,

Donate to Bamboo Ridge Press

When she come back she smile and say,

“Thank you” and look her list one more time.

I smile.