Shirts at the Cleaners

Hello! Hi...Good morning! Hey!...Hello! Are they yawning?

I'm a mellow guy this morning, up until now I'm feeling worked on a bit. Don't let this exchange work your nerves, man. Aye!!!...Wow...Ok, about time...all in my mind...I gotta be at work at 9, and it's 8:55 am...Not a vibe, I'm just saying...Why I am up here at the front counter, waiting, yelling 'hi!'

How ya doing?!

Good. I have about 9 shirts to clean, sir. Don't mind my demeanor, I'm in a mean rush.

Well, this is my dry cleaning business.

Smiling as if he didn't make me wait, at least 5 minutes. Meanwhile, I'm rapidly pulling out my collar stays. I should have done this already, eh. He begins to bring help my way, as we each reach and take turns on shirts. And the conversation sparks again...

Aye, I work across the street at the haberdashery.

Well, I won't put this back a week and I'll discount this account, actually!

Swell, that is sweet! I have much more to clean! And, I'm sort of a fashion beast with a passion for dressing, fortunately for you to see. I gotta go, the clock is ticking in my earlobe, whoa...I pay now or later, though?

Later, is fine! Starch!?

Light!

I gave thanks and was kind, maybe just in my mind... and somehow, I was at work by 9 with the greatest of time...