My Line

I meet many people a day,

Not in the street, not in the heat, but in a frozen part of a grocery store 

A lot of different people ask me for things

Never take it personally, and force it to never sting 

That’s what my boss said, “Don’t let it get to your head.”

So I try, but it’s hard to trust my mind.

Feeling…

For that pregnant woman, I couldn’t help, and her heavy things were out of my range

Or the lady who made a scene for 2-cent change

Or the boy who was so fly and gave me that look in his eyes 

Guys who have so much charm, but after 2 minutes, it’s time for permanent byes

These two old men, who were the most delightful guys ever 

Then the five college boys that flocked like crows together 

This lady so nice and sweet that it almost got to my teeth

She said I was gorgeous and a rich man would sweep me off my feet

My boss that terrifies me, though she’s kind

She’s so intimidating, I hesitate to even utter “hi”

But at the end of the day, I always sigh

What will come next shift…

With people 

Coming to my line