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I'm a greet-you-and-meet-you professional I get straight to the point and don't mess around. I'll ask you how your day is, If you found everything okay- And if you prefer paper or plastic. Like a superhero from a comic strip- I'm out to make you smile in five minutes or less. I have the super power To turn you away from your favorite alcoholic beverage Or turn you on- It all depends if you can pass the test, the secret code to a top secret nuke shelter- No pass, no go. I'm like a greeting card, Everyday; a new message. Sometimes I'll hear about the weather, Other times, I'll hear intimate details which I really don't care about- But I'll pretend I do... Things like- What you're having for supper, How much wine your sister likes to drink Or the fact that you make the best homemade sauce. I'll get to know you the more I see you, And like an app on your smart phone, I'll remind you to come again. I'll see your kids at their worst- Moments their grandparents don't get to see. I'll learn about your financial status, Your marital status, Or the fact that you don't have a status at all. I'll take all of your complaints And sometimes pass them someone else- I'll hear all your requests like an overworked DJ And if you're lucky... Your wish will be granted. I am a food slinger, A cash ringer, A handle-your-food winner, I am grocery store cashier.
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Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 5:33 AM UTC
the food slinger.
I'm a greet-you-and-meet-you professional I get straight to the point and don't mess around. I'll ask you how your day is, If you found everything okay- And if you prefer paper or plastic. Like a superhero from a comic strip- I'm out to make you smile in five minutes or less. I have the super power To turn you away from your favorite alcoholic beverage Or turn you on- It all depends if you can pass the test, the secret code to a top secret nuke shelter- No pass, no go. I'm like a greeting card, Everyday; a new message. Sometimes I'll hear about the weather, Other times, I'll hear intimate details which I really don't care about- But I'll pretend I do... Things like- What you're having for supper, How much wine your sister likes to drink Or the fact that you make the best homemade sauce. I'll get to know you the more I see you, And like an app on your smart phone, I'll remind you to come again. I'll see your kids at their worst- Moments their grandparents don't get to see. I'll learn about your financial status, Your marital status, Or the fact that you don't have a status at all. I'll take all of your complaints And sometimes pass them someone else- I'll hear all your requests like an overworked DJ And if you're lucky... Your wish will be granted. I am a food slinger, A cash ringer, A handle-your-food winner, I am grocery store cashier.
kara-lynn-bird
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Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 5:33 AM UTC
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