Whole Lotta Crap
I am sleeping ~~~
                      Awake!
There are cashiers ringing,
Supervisors singing or squealing
My hands are blurring lines of flour on countertops
And counting bills, making change and bagging
               Things I will touch once or twice but will be eaten,
Like the Pink/ Green Tipped- Dragon fruit that became the Emperor and Empress of Japan’s Breakfast, or the yellow soft brie that will be
                  Eaten their lunch. No Panic, Go Organic!
Next to me is the best/worst coworker,
She/He likes to ring things real slowly,
Always making long conversations and ringing and packing           
                                                                                  really slowly,
If only, She or He would ring a little bit faster, 
I would be less stressed out when I come home to my Mom, my Dad and my two sisters, friends, barbecues and  ice creams…. Yummy Tahitian Vanilla, SHIT!
You are now staring at me, 
     I’m very sorry, 
     I forgot to push that little button, and now there is a line,
That forms and winds all along the isles,
You, Sir or Ma’am I am very sorry, I did not take your change
Or credit card, and I blanked out in the middle 
Of The Transaction, You asked me a question
Like “How are you” like you cared about my well being,
                                                                 And I stared at you 
stupid, 
Like “I hate small talk” and “You’re being way too personal”
                                                                           I glare at you,
Like “I hate going through these motions”.
                                         Sometimes In these situations, 
I wonder if I have Aspergers or some other kinda disorder,
I really dislike, FUCK! I hate looking people in the eye,
It makes me uncomfortable and gives me the willies,
Like Banjo Pluckin, Swamp Rat- Hillbillies, and now
                    You are ANGRY because
    I’ve been smiling but not paying attention,
    Like I should be licking your face while I ring up your groceries and be your surrogate 
Mother, who came with you free but unwilling.
Would you like to sample some chocolate?
Too many words, and not enough substance is being      
        exchanged here
        Money is really dirty,
My God, is it really only three thirty? I get off of work in only twelve hours.  People here are afraid of Canola and Corn, 
They think it will give them cancer, 
They do not like when their fruits touch the register belt, but they 
    Pay in cashes EBT checks in Express there’s nothing
                 Express about the elderly.
Would you like to purchase a reusable plastic bag
to forget in your car home trunk backseat other car?
You ask “How do they treat you here?”
I say “Very well Sir or Maam.” We’re all about team member empowerment here.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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