and people put on their best faces.
Guess you know how people look
about this guy who did his very best.
Average guy, just another Loman, if you know what I mean.
One for whom a smile, even a tired one, was important.
As he drove home after a long working day - guess what - there's that well-shaven voice on the radio.
"Hey folks. Gettin into the Xmas mood?"
That's what L. wanted to say.
The voice just keeps talking on and on
almost hypnotically and - you know -
L. finds himself in the parking lot
of a supermarket and knows what to do.
First some storage boxes. Good to close.
Then perfume for his wife.
Gingerbread and candy for his kids.
A little something for everyone.
Walks the aisles to the sound of muzak.
Lighter than he had in a long time.
Like in a dream or in - trance.
Eventually he buys himself an advent calendar. Big and expensive.
And a big cigar, he wanted to smoke right away.
He lights it just outside.
Enjoys the scent on his long way home
until it slowly dissipates.
Finally he sees the signs of his hometown.
Inviting houses. Well - some of them.
Pulls into the driveway. His house dark.
Remembers that his wife left him.
Silently he turns off the engine.
Opens the trunk. Looks inside.
"Things are not like they used to be."
He says. "Way Smaller. Cheaper.
Even the scent has gone."
