A young waiter who called himself Nate
was determined to keep a clean slate
He was kind and polite
He did everything right
But his eyes missed the hair on my plate

Okay...he wasn't our cashier at Wal-mart. Nate was the young boy who rang up our order at Chick-fil-a. No there was no hair in my food...but he did have longish hair and it was obvious that he was new to his job. He was a sweet little guy and it was apparent that he was trying hard to learn the ropes and do well at his new job. He did do well, except for when he fat fingered the key pad and rang up 32 milks on my order. He looked at me nervously but was relieved to find me chuckling and not angry.

I made several stops, groceries being the last one, so by the time I got to my grocery cashier I had forgotten my challenge and sadly paid no attention at all to the name of my cashier. She was a friendly, helpful, fast moving cashier anyway...she did her job well and that just doesn't lend itself to a good limerick.