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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

Date: 10/31/2021 2:31:00 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
Date: 11/1/2021 8:52:00 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.