Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Wait Until You Get Home Please

They had eight retirees
We were all excited
They put all of our names on the cake
Mine was the smallest
I figured they forgot me and had to squeeze me in
That’s okay

The boss gave a little speech about each of us
They were pretty much the same speeches
Then he made a big deal of handing us an envelope
He asked us to wait until we got home to open them
Insinuating there was appreciation money inside

I have always wondered whether the others
Were as excited about their five dollars as I was

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L Milton Hankins October 31, 2021 at 2:31 PM Is this a story from your first teen working experiences? No, couldn't be for you all were retirees. Hmmm...I think I would have taken it back and said, "No thanks! You need it worse than I do." (smirking) Caren Krutsinger November 1, 2021 at 8:52 AM This was inspired by my girlfriend who retired from the special ed department of my school district two years ago. When she got home there was five dollars in her envelope. She had worked for our district for 37 years.