Grump At The Pump

Where I get my fuel
I see this guy each week
He is so grumpy
He'd make a lotto winner weep
It's always awkward
Although he is polite
I wish he'd crack a smile
Maybe once or twice
Yet the other day
I had a big surprise
After weeks of Mr Grump
It's like he read my mind
After filling up my car
I went inside to pay
Was thinking to myself
"Does this guy have anything to say?"
I had bought some sweets
For my kids to share
Mr Grump began to speak
If I'd been sitting, I'd fallen off my chair
He began to chatter
About all the sweets in the shop
He went on and on
I didn't think he'd ever stop
We began to get nostalgic
Of the sweets of times gone by
Me and Mr Grump
Were on a sweetie high
We were like mates
Having such a laugh
Maybe this chap
Really ain't so bad?
Then he asked me
"Do you remember Tizer?"
It was never a fave of mine
But Grump was none the wiser
I was smiling at him
When I said "yes, I remember it"
"Oh I just love that stuff"
"I get through a bottle per shift"
He really made me chuckle
I think I've made a friend
I wonder if it's a one off
Or has Mr Sweet come to an end?

©Kim Brown 16th September 2012