231 Mass Pike surprise

Posted on February 10, 2016 by Ken Greenman

The rest stops,
the Burger Kings,
the bathrooms
on the turnpike
are the same,
exactly.
Almost.
Imagine my surprise
when I, in an urgency,
interupted into three women,
washing their hands, chattering,
stareing at me in
consternation, fear
as I, backing out, mumbling,
“Sorry! Excuse me!”
in what should have been
for men only,
but someone changed the plans
and no one told
me.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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