It was a lovely friday in bradford i entered the doors of your bank. I qued up to kill my bill and i noticed your smiley face serving a customer. Mr barclay must be blessed to have you on his work force. You were like a lone pretty flower glowing in a field, proud and happy. The robot dictates "cashier number 3 please". I take 7 footsteps towards your desk and i see your glowing smile brightening up the area. Unfortunatly im just another customer on a verry busy day. My request takes a while but i dont mind anyway. On your tag a name that suits your face. You lighten up the place. You ask about my loan and if i needed you, so tempted to say i do . You take me to the lift. Haveing a small chat, i wish that i was the only customer that you treated like that, you'll never wear my hat. i was in a happy place, even if confined. We say goodbye for the first and final time, you say to go that way and meet a guy named Dan. Cherio Tracy Pickles, i will never get to know you. Maybe one day our paths will cross, but i kno they will never do.
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