“Sorry, I’m late,” the delivery driver said. “The new security regime has put me behind schedule.”
“Security regime?” I queried.
“There are new rules about unattended delivery vans. I have to stop and lock the van between every tray I take to a house. It’s a real nuisance, especially for big orders,” the driver explained.
“Why? You are parked just down at the curb,” I observed.
“It’s to stop people stealing loo roll (toilet paper) off the grocery vans. It’s getting to be a problem.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. It almost makes being in lock down worth it if that’s what is happening “out there.”
Inspiration Call: Stranger Conversations Start the first line of your poem with a word or phrase from a recent passing conversation between you and someone you don’t know.
This is a true story by the way.