Once in a blue moon, I find myself at a grocery store in the middle of the day during the work week, and a strange feeling washes over me. I gaze at the shoppers to my right and left, dangle my forearms over my shopping cart handlebar, and think to myself,
"Ah. So these are the Day People."
My name is Nasreen. I write micro essays, one-liners, and other small things. Most of them were funny at some point, at least to me.