I know a business cant assume Im honest on the spot
But still I get my feelings hurt when they assume Im not.
The twenty that I hand to clerk begins familiar rite:
She swipes it with a marker pen, then holds it up to light.
And satisfied Im not a crook, she hands me now my change
But with the dollars given back, I opt for something strange:
For I whip out a marker pen each bill must now submit
Inspecting each with proper care, ensuring its legit.
The clerks surprise soon turns to gape, then scowl on second thought;
To think Id question honesty of someone on the spot!