Just checking

Just checking

I know a business can’t assume I’m honest on the spot

But still I get my feelings hurt when they assume I’m 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 I’m 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 it’s legit.

The clerk’s surprise soon turns to gape, then scowl on second thought;

To think I’d question honesty of someone on the spot!

Don Munday