Pinch me

I shouldn't crave a gaffe
Or a minor telecommunications hiccup
I shouldn't need a tiff with the flower lady
To remind me that I'm alive

Ill-timed bargain

Recovering from biblical excess
I strolled to the shops
A door flung open
And a woman raced out
Who can you believe
She shouted

The complex ion

A two-way mirror salesman
Is at my door
His arms are full
I hide my complexion
Who is it? I ask
It's you he says
Me? He asks
Yes I say