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Greeter At a Museum

The Greeter at a Museum I am prepared to perform my mindless task when they open the doors at ten am and when the visitors enter I recall my preamble and it goes like this Good morning, folks where are you from sorry no cokes or food beyond this point well hello grandmother, I love your dress don’t you look hot I mean that in a flattering way unless your not hot that is Wow, I remember Kent, MA I used to live at Loggins Way did you know Marth and Faye, oh Marth is dead and Faye ran away with a younger man, a poet you say it doesn’t surprise me she always had a yen for younger men enjoy the art and if you need anything my name is Barte with an e at the end it was my mothers maiden name you see oh your name is Wolfe with an e at the end nice meeting you until then Hi there, what a handsome child you have he favors you Id like to add his creviced chin and ruddy cheeks add character to this winsome lad Hi folks, you need a lift ,oh your’e from England its an elevator here in the USA let me direct you to that spot bye the bye and all that rot Hi can I help you can I help you sir no I can’t you’ve been here before well oh well I bet you don’t know where the President fell you were right behind him when he took that spill but you didn’t see me on that day I was right behind the exhibit display to keep an eye on creeps like you who don’t know the importance of my job so leave me now artistic snob oh I love to greet and I love to meet knowing where the his and her bathrooms are I can even tell you where to park your car I think I found my niche in life as to the who what where and why but if perchance you know this place when you see me walk on by *Dedicated to all the art interns at museums Premier Membership Expiration Contest Sponsored by IrOnic ZiNk June 16, 2017

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Date: 2/23/2018 6:55:00 PM
hahaha. this was really clever and so tongue in cheek, I really loved reading it!!
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Date: 8/23/2017 10:25:00 AM
Hi Patricia: I wasn't the intern but I did work in the oldest museum in the US. I enjoyed watching the interns doing their preamble.
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Date: 8/23/2017 10:07:00 AM
How did you stand it? a wonderful and informative write.
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Date: 8/2/2017 7:32:00 PM
You know Ralph I have always thought I would just love that job but now I'm not sure? Light & Love Debbie
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Ralph Sergi
Date: 8/2/2017 8:35:00 PM
I was a retired artist working in Security in the oldest art museum in the USA. I used to love watching the interns go through the motions. Maybe some of them liked their job. Italian hugs...RALPH
Date: 7/13/2017 12:46:00 PM
You made me smile Ralph. In my current job I do a lot of greeting and guest relations. Your write speaks to me.
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Date: 6/30/2017 8:59:00 AM
This is fantastic, so fantastic. Coming to this page feels predestined because I feel so satisfied. Thanks for the wonderful share.
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Ralph Sergi
Date: 7/3/2017 11:35:00 AM
Hi Funom: Thank you, Funom but unfortunately, it wasn't worst enough to win.
Date: 6/17/2017 6:18:00 PM
I think working in a museum would be just too cool. Fun read, Ralph:) I read this yesterday and could have swore I left a comment. Oh well, back today:)
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Ralph Sergi
Date: 6/18/2017 8:00:00 AM
Thank you for your comment , Daniel but this in the worst poem contest, (ha ha)
Date: 6/16/2017 7:57:00 PM
ha ha ha fabulous satire Ralph very amusing!!!:-) hugs jan xx
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Ralph Sergi
Date: 6/17/2017 5:46:00 PM
Hi Jan: I meant to say The Pennsylvania Museum of Fine Art is the oldest one in the USA.
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Ralph Sergi
Date: 6/17/2017 5:34:00 PM
Thank you, JAN: My retired work days in security at the oldest American Art Museum in Pennsylvania State

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