Strangers expect too much from me
Like they think it's easy
To wear a face and play the game
And tell them "Have a wonderful day"
And smile while they scream at me
About their soup I haven't seen
And say that "I'm so sorry" for
Whatever thing they're brooding over
And suffer hours of abuse
Until they finally cut me loose
To then go home and go to bed
With angry words still in my head
But I'll be back there by tomorrow
To bare more strangers angry sorrows
And run around and play the game
And take abused until I'm paid
These lines: And suffer hours of abuse
ReplyDeleteUntil they finally cut me loose
I have never been a waiter, but when I think of every job I've ever had that involves customers, those lines speak to me!