A Cheesy Poem for My Husband
Happy Valentine’s Day, Dan the Man (D.J.)! 2/14/10
Tall and scrawny
Short sleeves, Tasmanian Devil tie
Big white smile, slightly droopy eye
Dark blonde hair slicked down
Faded green apron double-tied
Crooked name tag—Hi, I’m Dan
Pushing carts, twelve at a time
Paper or plastic, ma’am?
Don’t smash my bread!
Pouring bad milk down the drain
Tossing boxes into the compactor
Sweeping up a shattered pickle jar
Filling the pop machine
Loading groceries in car trunks
Emptying break-room trash
Too busy to notice the new girl
Her Catholic school uniform
Khaki kilt and white ankle socks
Long blonde hair, sixteen years old
I need a price-check on register four
Unstained, fresh green apron
Clean name tag—Hi, I’m Maria
Sweeping the floors
What’s the code for Macintosh apples?
Grimacing at the leaky package of bloody steaks
Sacking boxed dinners and canned beans in paper
Gallons of milk in plastic, just like the lady wants
Be very careful with my eggs, honey
D.J., go on break
Dan rolls his eyes, hates that nickname
Grabs donuts and strawberry milk
Pays cash at express register two
Smiles at Maria on his way to the break room
She smiles back
Going on break?
She notices his hazel eyes for the first time
Doesn’t start blushing till he’s gone
Have a nice day
2 thoughts on “Grocery Sackers, Before They Fell in Love”
This D.J. guy seems like a stud.
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I love it Maria! You have a true love story.