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"Are you paying by card ? Thank you. Next." Her voice more monotonous as the sun goes down, Every day, Like the planets do the rounds, Her voice, Anthem of the working class, Deaf To the music of the spheres And deadened by routine
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Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
The Cashier
It was the midnight hour She was running the register Great smile with a pixie haircut That is when I noticed Her history exposed In tiny cuts From wrist to elbow Scars bubbled over her smooth skin I tried not to look To read Her history In her silence I knew she had caught me Peeking
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 11:01 PM UTC
Peeking
you can only have one box of eggs she said but we have to make omelettes for five well you just can't have them she reiterated now cashiers are making culinary decisions in my household
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
rationing rationality
Sometimes I wonder if the dollar that paid for my soda was ever in a strippers underwear. And then...I wonder if the cashier is ever thinking the same thing.
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
Stripper Soda
"Hello, how are you?" I say in a voice I can't believe is mine. I hate it so much. It's become like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. I ask the human in front of me, "What can I get you today?" They ignore me. Finally someone approaches. It's an older lady, gray bushy hair with wild eyes. I smile and begin to take her order. She begins to make rude remarks towards me. She leaves, someone else approaches. It's a man angry about a price I did not set. He takes it out on me. I take all of the verbal punches. From people who have had their worst days, to people who are just too privileged to give a little kindness, I smile through it all. I don't really think anyone who walks in, really sees me as a human being. They don't see that I fight social anxiety for a living, or that I go through things too. They don't care. They don't want to care. When they ask how I am, they don't want an honest answer. I wonder if they would smile, or compliment me instead of insulting me, if I weren't standing behind a counter, taking orders and giving change.
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
Thoughts of a Server
Around 8:00 pm, I arrive Post workout, sweat dried head I drag myself to the counter and said my order However, this time, was quite unlike any other I tried to conjure a line that would strike up a conversation But I'm too shy of a guy So naturally, I began my evasion My brain forces a fire inside Because her eyes are sapphires Dying for my supply of a vanity high I'm just aiming to seem connected, corrected So I selected my words with too much thought And all I could collect was "Your eyes are so beautiful"
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC
Fast Food Cashier
Machine ground days Somehow survived by clinging to precarious plans Die for those. For proles are stuck in a televised gleam but I’m barred from distractions I’m a man of action Spring healing: I found a new hope to get through the day It has a name and it’s you Workday: animistic curses against people and their systems and products except animals would escape forever as soon as they open the cage but we stay The beastly gnashings of overworked merchandisers for invisible self pocket stuffers The competition's getting to us, comrades I feel swindled out of my labor I was pregnant but they sold my child before I woke up Addressing the solipsism of my rehab circle: I’m Kagey, and my life is hazy but, blunted or no, let’s get this clear: don’t trust your senses and that goes for all my human peers Body is a cage full of defenses Still, I’m suspicious of reality whether it’s façade society or the wooden chair in front of me Still, I enjoy the virtual scenery I ain’t talking about on the T.V. or phone screen I mean the willows, buildings, and faces But all these mushy green acres are fakers blobs without our eyesight Still tho, me and the universe are tight.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
Cashier Writings on Receipt Paper
The entitled ones: Snotty, stuck up, rude Nasty, spoiled prudes Your misery, their fun Loosen up your buns, entitled ones ‘Cause I am in no mood To harbor your attitude And snooty snippy sayings sung The desk between us that which divides Does not right you to be snide Entitled ones need not apply Entitled are entitled nigh The ones who earn entitlement Are the ones who give respect Possessors of this enlightenment Such respect is what they’ll get Treat your servers as you will with such level of pomposity But understand that I abide by way of reciprocity
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
The Nasty Customer