Shopping, American Style
I wonder if this is a trait
reserved only for Americans,
Or do all humans suffer
From this dementia?
I saw an item advertised
In my local paper
A one day sale
Limited quantities.
So Hurry In!!!!
This was something I'd
wanted for years,
And the price was reasonable,
But a forty mile ride to get there
So, I drove the distance
To this big Department store,
Speeding a bit
I hoped they would still have more,
A line at the check out counter,
Department Manager on the phone,
Every few moments you could hear a groan,
And another frustrated customer
left for good...
Before I knew it, I was at the front of the line
The manager and sales clerk buzy
With a potential customer on the phone,
Now I understood the groan.
This potential customer was shopping
by phone, with endless questions...
Seemed there was no way to get these people's
Attention...
I waved, I knocked on the counter,
I repeatedly begged for assistance
But the Bozo on the phone got all
of their attention.
Live customers waving cash in thr air
Made no difference to them,
As they decribed every item in the
department
I turned to the eight or so people behind me
"Isn't this Ridiculous?"
Turning away from live customers,
eager to buy, and spending all your attention
to some clown on the phone too lazy to come by!
So now, when such an incident arises,
I'll call them from my cell phone,
While on line,
And perhaps, then, I'd be taken seriously.
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