Dear Diary

Dear Diary, the crazies were out at work today, I smiled a fake smile, wishing they'd go away. They complain about prices and they whine just like fools. I'm just a cashier, I don't make the rules. They tell me they think our prices too high. Sure I can control that, ya, when pigs fly. They tell me about all their aches and their pains And could I please hurry up, as they bang with their canes. They ask the price of every item I scan Hoping there's a mistake, it's part of their plan To prove that the stores are robbing them blind. They scrutinize the receipt, just hoping to find Any excuse at all to just throw a fit. My tongue's always sore from where it's been bit. When the full moon is nigh it gets even worse, The strange ones get stranger, like under a curse. Now don't get the wrong idea of just what I meant. Dear Diary, it's only to you that I vent. Yes Dear Diary the place is really a zoo, But I love my job......so what can you do?