The Bag Packing Girl

I used to be a bag packer,

Bringing service with a smile,

I used to be a bag packer,

Often asked to go the extra mile.

With a thin ill-fitting uniform,

You'd want service to your car,

Never mind the temperature

Just as long as you don't have to bend too far.

I used to be a bag packer

Or “Customer service Clerk”

I used to be a bag packer

A staff discount my only perk.

If other departments were busy,

I would then become a skivvy

Asked to help out with the cleaning

And buff the floor, so it was gleaming.

I used to be a bag packer,

It amazed me that people think

That you are just a bag packer,

And some folks attitude to me would stink.

But I was a customer service clerk,

Bringing you service with a smile,

And even if I thought you were a jerk

I would go the extra mile.

Patricia Ann Ward © 5/1/12

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