Checkout Captain

They might annoy you getting all control freaky about queuing but they’ll guide you to that delicatessen, no messing. A poem about Checkout Captains. It’s not an easy job. Imagine spending all day next to irate, shuffling shoppers with only celeb magazines, or being sent to check prices on celery for stimulation.

The sign says, ‘Ten items or less’
Trouble is, you’ve got eleven
Shopping becomes a hellish stress
When it should be shopping heaven

Checkout captain to the rescue
With headset and foam pointy hand
She’ll guide you through to the shortest queue
Conveyor belt to the promised land

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