A young waiter who called himself Nate,
Was determined to keep a clean slate.
He was kind and polite,
He did everything right,
But his eyes missed the hair on my plate.
Okay…he wasn’t our cashier at Wal-mart. Nate was the young boy who rang up our order at Chick-fil-a. No there was no hair in my food…but he did have longish hair and it was obvious that he was new to his job. He was a sweet little guy and it was apparent that he was trying hard to learn the ropes and do well at his new job. He did do well, except for when he fat fingered the key pad and rang up 32 milks on my order. He looked at me nervously but was relieved to find me chuckling and not angry.
I made several stops, groceries being the last one, so by the time I got to my grocery cashier I had forgotten my challenge and sadly paid no attention at all to the name of my cashier. She was a friendly, helpful, fast moving cashier anyway…she did her job well and that just doesn’t lend itself to a good limerick.
Coming from a nurse who got yelled at, more than once yesterday, by a patient and her husband for things that were out of my control, I’m sure Nate appreciated your chuckle rather than your wrath:)
Okay… I have to admit it. I am now unabashedly hooked on the Pioneer Woman website you told me about. I spent like three days reading through the story of how she met her husband and that was just precious! THEN… there is just sooo much more there to read! My goodness! Thank you for letting me know about that site. I LOVE it!