That Greeting Was Fleeting

(At my job we have to do this thing called “table touches” where we’re supposed to walk around the lobby, checking on customers to make sure they’re happy. My manager loves doing table touches. It’s after I clock out and I’m eating while I wait for my ride. My work hat is off and my back is to the rest of the lobby so no one can see my shirt.)

Manager: “So how’re we doing back here?”

Me: *turns around so she can see my face*

Manager: “D*** it, I wasted a whole greeting!”