i was at the supermarket, not because i wanted to be, but because my
mother needed laundry detergent.  "buy something on sale."  sometimes the
grocery store is magical, romantic.  not that i'd even consider picking
someone up in the beacon st. star, but romantic thoughts do tend to
occupy my mind while i'm perusing pastrami in the deli section.  also in
the deli section is tapioca.  tapioca pudding, ready made.  i'd never
noticed it there before, surprising because good tapioca is one of my
vices.  so i bought some and i'm eating it.  the tapiocas aren't quite as
large or firm as i really like, but still they feel good on my tongue,
good going down.  if some man had come up to me in the grocery store
while i'd had that tapioca in my hands and mentioned to me that the
pudding was decent but that the tapioca wasn't as large or firm as he
really liked, i think he would've had to wheel me through the checkout
line in a shopping cart.