Soliaree,

I'll tell you--the ottoman moving was the pinnacle of the session. First I pushed it one way and a little table was in the way. Then I had to push it the other way. I CANNOT imagine what I looked like. It almost surpasses the water spilling session.

Oh, he did offer me his chair at one point. I declined.

Milk
I wish I were there
Eggs
Or you were here
Bread
A child is dazed
Cheese
and stuck in the space

How's that for a poem stuck in a grocery list?