I used to run courses on customer service and talk about the importance of eye contact. It makes me wonder what’s going on in the mind of the person with their eyes on the floor refusing connection.
Dear checkout-girl in aisle three
Look up; Look up; See me; See me!
Your mind elsewhere, your life a mess,
you labour there in your distress
just scanning automatically
while staring enigmatically
I register your misery
Look up; Look up; See me; See me!
Poor check-out girl I feel your pain
the bills are going up again
the rent, the rates, the heat, the light,
till every day becomes a fight
the world spins on dramatically
you carry on mechanically
survival theoretically
Look up; Look up; See me; See me!
Dear checkout-girl I’m hurting too
my life is screwed, I’m just like you
my brain, my pain, my broken mind,
it’s all beginning to unwind
I came in search of company
a word, a smile from somebody
and here I stand in aisle three
Look up; Look up; See me; See me!
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