Going, Going, Not Gone Yet

Never fails, I get in line

And the camera goes slo-mo

I’m stuck behind an idiot

An inconsiderate stupid schmo

At the Grocery Store, a laden cart

They talk to the bored cashier

While checking every item rung

Making sure it’s not too dear

Finally, after wasting all “my time”

It’s “their time” to pay the bill

“Oh, my gosh, that can’t be right”

As I’m getting ready, them to kill

Finally, after minutes more

Each item rechecked without a doubt

They decide it’s finally time to pay

And take their checkbook out

More time of mine is shot to hell

It takes forever them to write

But before they tear it from its place

They record it on their site

Finally, I can take no more

So frustrated, I have to say

“You know, nowadays, there are debit cards”

“Much easier to pay”

They laugh, and then reply, “Oh no not me”

“I still like doing things the old fashioned way”

I swallow hard, then make a wish,

And this is what I say

“Then I’ll never their freaking face again”

“After this freaking day”