Ray Boone

Why should I have to be a machine?
The last customer in line must think I’m animatronic
Another expired coupon, it’s not even a deal from my store
Common sense earns me eyerolls from the customer who follows me after I clock out

She glares at me in the bathroom
As if it’s my fault she’s in hell
But my will doesn’t bend to her
My body and tongue may succumb to those like her in the morning
But at 5pm I flow with my own sea

“Yes, ma’am,” I turn to her and say
“Retail employees have to use the bathroom too”