Charlie went Home Depot last week, and wrote a poem about it.
Cute Cashier
Cute cashier in the check-out line
Perky as heck at the start of her shift
Perky’s contagious, you catch my drift?
A good day, I’d say she’s begun it
If she’d asked me to stand on my head,
I’d have done it
Or tried, anyway
It wouldn’t be pretty
I might have more luck
If I sung her a ditty
But people behind me
Don’t need a song
They need me to pay her
And just move along
Cute cashier in the check-out line
Perky and cute, that’s a real gift
Gives an ol’ bugger like this one a lift
A good day, I’d say she’s begun it
If she’d asked me to dance on one leg
I’d have done it
That’s asking a lot
But I’d give it a shot
For the cashier and all of
The charm she has got
Guess I got flustered
I’m flustered, still
I used the wrong card
To pay for my bill!
Minor confusion, time to head home
Where I’ve got a cute cashier of my own.
Charlie’s poem reminded me of an incident a couple years ago, when this nice looking fella from away comes up to my register at the A&P and asks me where the canned beans are.
“Aisle 3, right hand side, quar
ter of the way down.”
“Thank you, Miss,” he says, smiling. Then, he winks! Winks! It kind of flustered me, so I giggled. Couldn’t believe it! It just come out.
So, he finds his beans and a few other essentials (a couple packages of macaroni and cheese and a six pack of Bud) and comes back to me to cash out (even thought two other registers were open). Says he’s from down south, around Augusta-Winthrop, here to do a little fishing.
I’m trying to be helpful, you know, an ambassador for Mahoosuc Mills. So I says, “If you’re hankering for some home cooking, there’s a baked bean supper down to the Congo Church tomorrow night at 5:00.”
“I might be up for that. You gonna to be there?”
“I wouldn’t miss it. The Congo Church has one of the best baked bean suppers around.”
He flashes me that smile again. “Well then, maybe I’ll see you there.”
“Maybe you will,” I says, smiling back.
Then he winks again and strolls out the door. Darned if that didn’t put a spring in my step!
That night, I cooked two of Charlie’s favorites, a meatloaf and a blueberry pie, and we had ourselves a romantic evening together, once I got him to shut off the tube and come to bed.
After over forty years of marriage, we may be old, but it’s nice to be reminded we’re not dead yet.
That’s it for now. Stay safe and catch you on the flip side!
Here Ida Tell It: We’re Not Dead Yet
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