You gotta
give the guy some props.
Anyone whose
vocal cords can endure an entire day of,
“Helloooo,
and welcome tooooo
Waaalllll*maaarrt!”
spouted off
with religious zeal
to the
incoming herds, their heads and eyes down
as they grab
their carts and stampede
past,
avoiding the guy like he’s
calling them
to repentance instead
of greeting
them at the store’s entrance.
I’m sure he’s
a nice enough guy,
but he sounds
more like a sports announcer
pumping up
the enthusiasm in the arena
at the
beginning of a game
than a
geriatric has-been whose retirement
benefits just
won’t cover his medical bills
or his wife’s
prescriptions. Or maybe
his wife is
gone now,
and he doesn’t
have anyone to come home to
or to greet
when she comes through the front door
at the end
of a busy day.
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