The Slowest Game of Tag

Feet five feet off the floor, I'm watching a plump couple shop for used office furniture.

Their faces are completely disinterested. They could be looking through someone's collection of tax papers. Used office furniture demands very little from any of us.

The woman lets her hand glide across each desk. The man appears to be reaching his goal of visiting every piece in the warehouse.

I imagine them to be playing the slowest game of tag possible. She'll never catch him.

This must be what it looks like to shop for caskets. Old wood and a decision for which you can't muster enough enthusiasm.

Then I remembered someone told me today they were told I believe everything I'm told. My feet are back five feet in the air, hanging light fixtures.

- David Berman