So I start my shift At 10 AM Hours upon hours Of nonstop movement And running down to the basement Bringing up boxes Of candy And cups And popcorn bags
Constant flows Of people Customers "guests" So we have to call them "You don't call over the next CUSTOMER To your register You call over the next GUEST." So says my manager OK, ***** "Next guest, please," I utter with a smile
Can't wait to leave It's around 5:30 PM now A solid 7 1/2 hours Through My 8 hour Shift I'm helping my manager Satisfy guests Not customers Filling bags When they say popcorn And filling cups When they say soda "I'll just have some nachos," A man says His wife stands next to him She smiles at me I smile back He looks at me then "And John, too," He says "John looks like a nice kid." I can't help but beam Some type of dumb grin I look down at my nametag Adjust it a bit The next guest steps up And then I remember How much I just want to leave already