A poem to those who ever whoever worked in retail or restaurants
For the hardworking people who have to deal with the degenerates of society.
Live life the way you want to, but don’t
become a degenerate who tantrums
towards “new things”, it’s unsightly. Do
you yell at eighteen year olds for giving
you attitude? Maybe you gave them attitude first?
of course not, it’s always them. Is
your catchphrase: Let me speak to your manager?
If it is, they hate you. No matter how ecstatic
or euphoric they may be. Even Gandhi hates.
Blaming your own incompetency can only get
you so much. In your case, its store credit with
a side of shame. Your famed ancestor would
be so proud. It’s okay to spend a lot and not tell
anyone. Only God and your credit card
company knows who you really are. If
you are better than that, prove it. Be respectful.
Be a thinker. Above all else be reasonable. I know.
Its not gonna be easy. But respect inspires greatness.
If you don’t then you inspire altruism.
And you root for the villain in Infinity War.