I don’t know her
But she can still smile
7 hours into her shift.
“Are you making a quiche? I can never get the crust right.”
Yes I am.
“Are you doing anything for New Years?”
Yeah I’m going to a friends house.
Are you doing anything? I say
She kind of giggles
“I’m going downtown to the Great Potato Drop”
It’s late, I’m tired too but I can’t help but laugh.
“I’ve never seen it!”
And she also plans on seeing London someday.
“And then I’m going to work for tips.”
I suppose at a bar or an all night diner.
I wonder when she eats or sleeps.
Her red hair is falling out of her 8:00 am barrette
And her mascara is smudged
She carefully placed the mint green succulents in a paper bag for me.
“They’re cute aren’t they,” she laughs.
Yes and to myself I think—-
And you my dear are beautiful.
Leaving, I forgot to catch her name.
She is way more than The #5 Cashier Girl on the Family Friendly aisle at Freddy’s.
I think... I want to be like you.
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