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I must have one of those faces
or maybe people just assume
that because I'm quiet
I must be a good listener, because
wherever I go- they find me

The talkers, the sad, the lonely
the frustrated, the depressed
the I-just-don't-know-what-to-dos

Like the nameless young woman
who hailed me like a cab
in the gas station parking lot
to tell me that she's pregnant
just found out today
and there's no way
she's having it because
she just had a baby
about a month ago
her husband doesn't even know
yet, and she's so upset!

Or like the produce guy at the grocery store
who suddenly told me he's not speaking
to his brother anymore
after last night's drunken fight...

Or the customer I barely knew
who cried on my shoulder
telling me how, since she's gotten
older- her husband doesn't
love her anymore
then asked me to say a prayer
right then and there
assuming for some reason
that I knew what to do
so I held her hand
and fumbled and bumbled my
awkward way through...
  
Or the co-workers calling me
all hours of day and night
with their various plights
bedroom problems I don't want to hear-
“Have you ever tried telling
your husband this, dear?”

Random people, random problems
maybe ignorance really is bliss?!
Or maybe I'm in the wrong line of work-
'cause I could get paid for this...

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