Monotony before the Madness.
Here we have a retailicous poem from Shirley the Sunglass Slave:
Sundays
are quite erratic in our mall, being either nice and busy or dead as a
doornail.
Today was the second type of day, so I quickly became bored.
I got out my neon writing tablet and started just jotting stuff down and came up with this little treasure:
Utterly and completely bored
Can't even think of what to write
Sitting at my sunglass booth
Not a customer in sight
My sales sheet sits there empty
The register has fallen asleep
Sunshine peeks through the skylight
While my endless vigil I do keep
Days this slow make me wish
For ANY custy in the world
Nothing breaks the tedium
Like snobby cell-toting girls
As I sit and hours drag on
I know I will soon look back
And dream of these peaceful days
Once the holiday shoppers attack!
Shirley the Sunglass Slave
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