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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399574" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The grocery store</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I drove my old blue<br>Honda CB900F motorbike to town, <br>took a small backpack along, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as I had to buy some Whiskas cat food, <br>the ginger coloured Persian likes<br>the blue marked kind that contains fish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The small backpack had nothing in it, <br>was flat on my back, <br>the store had just opened</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I was in a hurry <br>to get to the Internet café <br>before the better computers were taken</div><div style="margin:10px 0">by other customers<br>which would cause me to crawl along<br>on an old 486 dilapidated model.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my right hand I carried <br>my blue Lafê crash helmet<br>and I was dressed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in a t-shirt and jeans<br>walked down five rows of shelves<br>finding nothing else interesting, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">saw that the price of a one kilogram packet<br>of Whiskas had hiked by ten rands, <br>did not even touch anything in that store</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and decided to walk right out, <br>as the price at the Checkers store<br>might be lower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the exit there were six armed security men<br>who were talking to each other <br>with boredom written over their faces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when a sharp alarm went off, <br>in fractions of seconds they surrounded me, <br>ripping my backpack from my back</div><div style="margin:10px 0">retaining me with hands on my arms<br>while one searched my body<br>right there and could find nothing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One said that it was illegal <br>to walk into the store <br>carrying a backpack</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I asked what about<br>ladies carrying <br>handbags full of their belongings? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My backpack was empty, <br>they even took my crash helmet, <br>to look if something was in the inside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but could find nothing, <br>force-marched me through the exit <br>and the alarm went off again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their attitudes were somewhat hostile, <br>but when another customer<br>left that store, not by a till, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but by that exit<br>that alarm went off again<br>and then they realized</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that they had a problem<br>with their security system<br>and not with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I received no apology, <br>had a crowd of other people looking on<br>while they treated me with indignity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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Honda CB900F motorbike to town, 
took a small backpack along, 

as I had to buy some Whiskas cat food, 
the ginger coloured Persian likes
the blue marked kind that contains fish.

The small backpack had nothing in it, 
was flat..."></div>
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