The new UPS driver looks like he’s been working his way down the corporate ladder.
I think he looks too old for a package car and he looks like he’s about my age
and finally: I’ve seen him looking younger.
It was 1982.
He hung an offensive nickname on me
that spoke of something I’d never even seen, much less done,
and I wore it like the proverbial badge marked Chicken Inspector
or I Felta Thi. How mightily
we called it out when pinching female freshmen’s bottoms.
What cards we were. What utter shits.
In the synapse it takes for me to remember all this,
he has called me by that name again, laughing as
he clicks a touchscreen to note the exact time and place
the package was delivered.
I turn around to make sure my staff hasn’t heard it
and he laughs again. Hey, add me on Facebook!
You don’t hold any punches (and because I can’t help myself – pinches). I know, groan worthy punny, now I’ll take my silliness and go :).
Ha – I have often wondered how I got through school without being expelled.
I like how the impersonal sounding title hints at the mind working like a machine, and then how the language plays against that. Phrases like “What utter shits” and even the banal “add me on Facebook” stand out in strong relief against that ‘digital’ background.
uh yeah, not an add on facebook at all….hehe..that could get embarassing you know….you never know where life will take some but when we see them again we are right back where we were…for better or worse….
Clever, funny, all the better as you turn poetic tables on yourself. Great wordplay, and currency to make this a “right now” poem that speaks to everyone of every generation. Great work!
Thanks to everyone for your comments – I really appreciate you.