Sunday, April 8, 2012

4/30

love-lacking pub

i love love love.
i love everyone.
i especially love the elderly or handicapped or disadvantage.
every day my heart swells with compassion and tenderness.
until i walk into James E. McNellie's public house, where I wait tables.

i do not love getting paid $2.15/hour with a 10% tip to get you full and tipsy.
or cleaning up the sugar packets you wadded up and crammed into the brick wall.
i do not love paying for your dinner when you get "forgetful" and walk out.
or scraping the gum off the underside of the bar (yep, the bar where you have to be at least 21 to sit).
or giving you samples of beer after beer after beer only to put in your order for "something normal like Bud Light."

i will love again as soon as i clock out.

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