Twas the Saturday before Christmas and all through the mall
Cashier lines shot around the corner and down the hall.
The merchandise was tossed off the hangers without care
In vain hopes that the appropriate size might be there.
I stood there, in my little black suit and badge a-glow
Feverently wishing that the mobs might be frigntened off with a bit of snow.
Impatient customers with coupons clutched in thier hands,
Screeched at me, demanding price ammends.
The poor floor manager flittered hither and about,
Soothing flaring tempers and imploring folks not to shout.
The XOC (extra-on-call) was no where to be found,
Off at the food court, making her belly plump and round.
(and knowing her, that could be taken both ways...)
The dressing rooms, oh! were they ever a disaster to behold
Just thinking about was enough to make my stomach turn cold.
Suddenly an angel appeared, in the form of a petite woman with her daughter in tow
And said
'You needn't worry for the fitting rooms, for while I was waiting for my daughter to finish with her clothes, I hung all of the mess in a neat row.'
I was shocked and amazed, staring as dumbly as an ox,
Then I thanked her, thanked her again and again for this gift that hadn't come in a box.
My spirits renewed, I continued to labor long and hard,
Until at last, came the moment I could swipe my clocking card.
On the way out, I saw the angel again, and thanked her profusely, to which she just smiled.
And at last, I let the door shut behind me and looked up at the outer walls of the building, crammed, and said 'See ya later suckas!' and laughed all the way to my van.
Yeah, that was my Saturday. I only regret that I wasn't able to get that lady's address so I could send her a note or something... *sigh* Ciest la vie. Eh, I know I won't ever forget her face, so she's got a ten dollar discount with me ANYTIME she comes in. ^^
I really wish they would play Frank Sinatra at the store instead of thier other shit. Gods, I swear if I hear "The Man With the Bag" one more time...