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Can she have another coffee please? And fill it to the top She doesn’t have much milk you see Yes, up to there, now stop Can he have that breakfast there? But change the egg for beans And swap the bacon for tomato Are you getting what he means? He’ll have a sandwich, hold the butter He’s not allowed much fat But then he asks for chips And mayonnaise to go with that All six of them want carrot cake But don’t all want to pay Can I cut a piece in half for them? If not then they won’t stay Can she have a salad? No wait a Cornish pasty No, hang on, now she wants a cake And still I don’t get nasty If it’s not there on the menu Why do they always ask? It’s as if just being awkward Is for them a daily task I could easily say no each time Not go that extra mile But that not how it works here It’s always service with a smile The customer is always right Even when they’re wrong We keep our smile in place because They’re never here for long And so we keep the rictus grin The smile will never slip Because without service with a smile We’d never get a tip.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:10 AM UTC
Service With A Smile
Can she have another coffee please? And fill it to the top She doesn’t have much milk you see Yes, up to there, now stop Can he have that breakfast there? But change the egg for beans And swap the bacon for tomato Are you getting what he means? He’ll have a sandwich, hold the butter He’s not allowed much fat But then he asks for chips And mayonnaise to go with that All six of them want carrot cake But don’t all want to pay Can I cut a piece in half for them? If not then they won’t stay Can she have a salad? No wait a Cornish pasty No, hang on, now she wants a cake And still I don’t get nasty If it’s not there on the menu Why do they always ask? It’s as if just being awkward Is for them a daily task I could easily say no each time Not go that extra mile But that not how it works here It’s always service with a smile The customer is always right Even when they’re wrong We keep our smile in place because They’re never here for long And so we keep the rictus grin The smile will never slip Because without service with a smile We’d never get a tip.
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zoe-karenza-gadsby
English
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:10 AM UTC
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