Categories
Me and my life

Just the fish

I approach the deli counter at our local gro­cery store (which is, admit­ted­ly, in Nebras­ka), after hav­ing hunt­ed in vain through their dis­play cas­es.

Me: “Excuse me, do you have any lox?”

Guy: “Uh.”

Me: “You know, lox, like for bagels.”

Guy: “Do you mean, um, like pad­locks?”

Me: “Whu?”

Guy: “Um.”

Me: “No, like smoked salmon.”

Guy: “Huh, well, um,” he looks at his dis­plays hope­less­ly, “Maybe you should try the meat counter,” he ges­tures over to the land of pork, beef, and chick­en (and pale, under­nour­ished seafood).”

Me: “Okay, thanks.”

By Danny

My name is Danny, and I grew up living overseas, but have settled in Kansas, where it turns out some of my family started, back when. I am helping to raise my own family, and hoping to be proud of what I've done when it's all over.