I do not consider myself a writer, but I write. Because of this horrible addiction, I listen when people say something I consider “interesting” and I file it away, thinking I might use this some day.

Such a thing happened this morning, in the most mundane of places. I stopped at a convenience store for a soda, and when I tried to pay, the card reader kept saying “error.”

The cashier took my card, rubbed her thumb across it and tried. It went right through.

“I guess it just takes the right touch,” I said.

She smiled. “They’re like women. Tell them they’re pretty and bring them tacos.”

I’ll use that quote somewhere, some day.

I told her “great life lesson,” took my card and my soda, and went on my way.

That is all.