Poem for blank 16-2

 A Poem for an Awesome Cashier

 

Halfway between Denver and home,

my friend and I stopped for lunch.

I ordered a panini at the counter.

The girl said, “Awesome.”

I ordered chips and coke,

she declared them both, “awesome.”

I paid with a debit card which was “awesome.”

My friend had to use the bathroom.

For some reason that was awesome, too.

While waiting about twenty minutes

for my panini, listening to the girl

taking orders from other customers,

I wondered if she aimed for Guinness.

I thought if I had a nickel for every time

she said awesome, I’d get a free lunch.

I contemplated what she would say

If something really awesome happened.

If she won a million dollars.

Learned she was getting a new niece.

Or her favorite celebrity dropped in.

Would she say awesome?

Super awesome?

Would she realize how she overused "awesome"?