At Least Kevin Won’t Be in Today
Apparently even perverts
celebrate Thanksgiving.
And oh, is he ever
the pervert.
I hate when he comes
into the store, all steamy
and leering. Hate that he
won’t leave me alone.
His back room “chats”
now include touchy-
feely games.
But I don’t
know how to make
him back off. I need
the paycheck, don’t
want to piss him off
by telling him he makes
me want to hurl. I think
he knows I’m high, think
he’s high himself,
and that makes him even
more determined to back
me into a corner. Literally.
So far I’ve managed
to extricate myself without
getting physical, relying
on what’s left of my brain
to use a little humor,
crack jokes about my baby