Long day at Domino's;

no sleep,

elbows and buttholes,

complaining customers.

Manager on edge.

HURRY, HURRY, HURRY!

Why can't you get there yesterday?

How come you're not psychic?

Sure somebody else screwed up;

but we're paying you 75 cents above mimimum

to be PERFECT.

Finally - a fountain Pepsi.

Talking to cashier when:

WHERE'S MY PIZZA?

Who is she?

that vision of lovliness

is talking to me

(imagine that)!

Want to tell her how pretty she is;

something witty and endearing,

ANYTHING but my muttered inanities. 

Brain turns to stone.

Halfway to work

lightning bolt flashes

in my brain,

and in one split second

I realize two things:

the identity of

that fetching creature,

and...

I shot myself in the foot

AGAIN.

Carve it on my tombstone.