Poem of The Feeble-Minded Cashier
Deadline, Deadline
I forgot to write!
Deadline, Deadline
I'm running out of time
The theme of our webzine is working life and studies so I'll just get to it and try not to worry
A stream of my consciousness splashing on the paper
Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of a life filled with action and glory working at the local grocery
Fifteen years later I have reached my goal I have achieved my destiny and work for minimum wage
The average every-day normal guy a nerdy Clark Kent on the outside but inside the greatest hero of the mall, the greatest of them all.
The superman of the supermarket The Captain America of customer service
To me every client is always right
to me the same old joke is always funny ”if it doesn't have a price-tag, it must be free”
oh Sir, please, I'm laughing too hard to breathe
Just call me names if you can't find something,
I'm here for the first time, but I should know everything
It's all my fault you dropped the yoghurt
let me clean it up and get you a new one.
All I ask for is a little smile and perhaps,
if it's not too much to ask a simple understanding of basic math
you see, the computer does not miscalculate and I'm not here to steal your change
I'm here to take care of all your needs
to look after your kids while you drink beer
to find a gift for your lovely wife while you are busy hitting on the cashier
But I will not complain, not now, not ever
as long as I get paid you will see a smile every day.