Have a day
Don't ask me about the weather
Don't ask me politics
Exspiecally when the cashier
Is a snot nosed bratty kid
Next time I'm in line
Just smile don't speak
Take my money
I'll take my bag, my change
And my receipt
Excuse me young man
Can you help me please
Out to the parking lot to unload these things
And when you're done
Can you turn and walk away
I know you're polite
But it's just not right
I don't have a tip
Only advice
Please don't tell me
On How to have my day
Don't tell me what kind of day to have
Just say have a day
Don't ask me politics
Exspiecally when the cashier
Is a snot nosed bratty kid
Next time I'm in line
Just smile don't speak
Take my money
I'll take my bag, my change
And my receipt
Excuse me young man
Can you help me please
Out to the parking lot to unload these things
And when you're done
Can you turn and walk away
I know you're polite
But it's just not right
I don't have a tip
Only advice
Please don't tell me
On How to have my day
Don't tell me what kind of day to have
Just say have a day
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The cashier would say have a nice day, and my father would say,\" Don\'t tell me what kind of day to have. Just say have a day
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