The Surreal Life
As I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store tonight, the woman in front of me dropped something from her pocket as she paid for her groceries. I bent to retrieve the object -- a worn matchbook -- and realized she had also dropped a plastic mustache.
She laughed it off. "Ha, ha. This is what happens when you don't empty out your pockets after Christmas." But, by the time I got home, the whole experience had taken a different turn in my head. In the future, when asked where writers get their ideas, I can say: "In the checkout line at the supermarket."
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