Out of the sun and into the shade I park by the 7 eleven
Out of the shade and into the sun I walk to the store and enter
I get my bottle of water.
In line
A delay at the register
The cashier:
Big hair
Blue eye shadow
Blue contact lenses
Looking down looking down
Perhaps new, perhaps shy, painfully shy.
After each sale she looks into the customer’s eyes and smiles
Direct contact if you want it.
Some ignore her
Some do not.
My turn.
I take off my shades to pay the bill
And receive the gift of her humanity
Then out into the sun.
© R. Scardino
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I think I know this cashier all too well.
Finding that balance between working for "the machine" and providing genuine service to people...it's not always easy.
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