So, I worked at a bookstore this month. :)
LIFE AND KNIVES:
She was tall, blond, with a child,
And she would have been pretty.
But she had an attitude,
That made me think her silly.
So she asked me for cellophane tape,
I replied, "I'm not sure."
I guess that's when she started to get pissed,
For me being so blur.
Well, pardon me ma'am,
I admit that I am.
So when you asked me for envelopes,
I just used my first plan.
In the last two weeks that I worked,
I've come to realize something.
If you're not sure or unclear,
You confidently say there's nothing.
When she asked me for big, gigantic envelopes,
I thought, impossible, so I said no.
I told her there was none,
But in her mind, I was already blacklisted, so...
She gave me a rebut,
On how I was supposed to understand.
She came back with the tape,
And a seething brain with plans.
She scolded me; I was wrong.
There were some envelopes there.
Only that they weren't big enough,
And she said it with superior flair.
Of course, I got irritated,
I mean, who wouldn't?
She lost, but she couldn't take it lying,
So she told me I couldn't.
So I smiled at her sweetly,
And did her transaction wrong.
While she flipped her blond hair and smirked at me,
I smiled back and took extra long.
Maybe I have an attitude problem,
Maybe this is real life.
But one thing I'm sure,
Is that she's lucky that I didn't have a knife.
I know I'm the cashier,
And I'm supposed to be hardworking and solemn.
But I just can't stand it,
Hence, I'm writing this poem.