‘How
is your day going’
He said
to everyone that came to pay for
Anything
Even
the girl ahead of me
Paying
for two boxes
Of
different sized tampons
No
bother that she
Didn’t
want to converse
Over
her 24 sanitary products
He
still asked
Then it
was my turn
A
pack of gum
‘How is
your day going’
I had
to answer
You
have to answer
But I
gave the generic back
Fine/thanks
Behind
him sat a dog eared paperback
Close up coin magic
Might
have been his
Or
belonged to one of the others that
Worked
in there
There
were many
Doesn’t
matter
At
least it showed one of them
Still
gave a shit about living a real life
And exploring
things
Outside
the grinding politeness
Of
asking assholes like me how we’re doing
All
Day
Long.