We’ve taken all you’ve given
But it’s gettin’ hard to make a livin’
Mr. President have pity on the working man
Talk about a job that sucks.
Conversation overhead this morning at the gas station/convenience store between a delivery man for the local Anheuser-Busch distributor and woman behind the register.
Driver: So does that mean you want them stacked five boxes high? Six? Seven?
Woman: It needs something on the top that looks special.
Driver: The price is the price. That’s where it has to go.
Woman: He said he wants it to look like a display. If it doesn’t then we’re going to take it out and put something else in. You’ll have to ask him.
Granted you may not care if this gas station has a pile of Bud Light and Budweiser cases (which it always seems to) or Miller Lite or boxes of Coors with a train running across the top. And we’re pretty sure it won’t be cases of Sam Adams or Fat Tire no matter how great the display might look.
But I see a guy checking his watch. He’s supposed to be headed on to his next stop.
He already knows he’s going to be late getting home, and it’s Valentine’s Day.
Hardly seems fair.