I asked if I could have some cash
out of the check I was depositing.
He said I could only have the amount
available in my account. None.
Then he asked if I was having
a good day. I said fine.
He said it was still early.
Today’s prompt was to listen to things around me and let them stew for a while and make a poem out of the comments I heard, waiting for an “aha”. It didn’t take too long to stew. Not terribly poetic, but almost verbatim.