He grins. “Any popcorn today?” He walks
over to the popper and starts scooping.
“Pretty cold out there, yeah?” “Yah,”
he says. “I heard it’s gonna get colder
tomorrow and warm up by the weekend.
We’re finally getting over the winter.”
“It’s only February, it’ll be a short winter.”
“You got that right. Have a good one.”
His unofficial job is weatherman.
How many times in how many places
each day does he repeat the words “cold”
in the winter and “hot” in the summer.
At night he must scoff at the weatherman
on TV. “Someday I’ll deliver a package
to him and we’ll talk philosophy.”
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