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A very vent-y poem about frustrations when I used to work at a 7-11 |
Hive mind customers flood the registers Bob wants a "Taqweeto" Screaming because the Slurpee isn't frozen yet There's two other stores within a couple blocks, Karen Threaten the cashier's life over a pack of cigarettes Yeah that's definitely normal Not their fault they drove here without their license The customer's always right, right Yeah right Creepy boss suggests Boxing Helena Coworkers slower than molasses Fair though, can't blame 'em This is what my hell would look like Obnoxious lotto guy hangs around Screams "BOOM!" every time he scratches or checks for wins That's awesome for my anxiety Very helpful sir Try to reach through the glass to get the hotdog They finally changed it because people wouldn't stop Ok, get your own then and save us the time It's not like we have other things to do on top of serving customers Right Corporate visits and nitpicks Not like they've ever worked behind a register Except for that one guy when Marcia cut her finger off Nice to see a gm put their money where their mouth is Seething anger My face and tongue are numb Visiting gm says go smoke That's a first Amazing I don't stroke out Customer service Wasn't the last time But never again |