'More Then Just Another Day' Poem by Linda Winchell

There was a note left behind the counter
at my job, where I use to work.
In it were a lot of nasty words,
but the ones I remember were, YOU JERK!

Seems I got some-bodies blood to boiling
when I made a mess of their order placed.
They wanted just a Vanilla latte grande
and not that of a chocolate mocha taste!

So they took the time to let me know
how I screwed up more then that!
It seems they were in a handicap parking space
where someone decided to make all four tires flat!

I am no longer working there
for the note was stapled to my pay.
It seems the persons order I screwed up
was the Bosses wifes that day.