Another long day. Finished late. Now "Saving Private Viagra" is on the CBC. Now, I donít think thatís the name of it, but I lose track of whatís going on because of the endless ads. One minute itís heads being blown off the next itís aspirin for tennis aches and pains.

I was down the street at the coffee store this morning. None in the house, you seeÖ anyhoo, I was walking in and there was this little old lady with a walker. She was all stooped over and very frail looking. She walked right into the table and chairs next to the door, and kept pushing at some poor womanís chair with her walking aid. I guess she was wondering why the door wasn't opening. There are days that I would have helped her inside, but today wasnít going to be one of them I suppose. Besides, I was inside already so I left it to the ladies sitting at the table.

I ordered a regular old coffee, not one of those $4 kind, and so was creaming and sugaring as the old lady made it inside. The place you do the stirring etc is in the center of the store. She toddles up on the other side of the bar and orders a coffee from me.

"The coffee is over there, dear." I said.

I had to move a chair or two and then stop her from walking right out again . I finally lead her to the counter, and quickly left. I wondered how she would do with a hot drink in her hand, not to mention how she would find her way home. Now Iím $2 short for smokes tomorrow, and half that coffee is still sitting here on my desk 12 hours later. I bet I'll be heating it up in the morning.

Just why the fuck did I go in there? Maybe I needed to feel guilty. Why canít I feel rich for a while instead?