Street Smarts: Flo Educates the Ivy League
Slip me a quarter, flip me a dime,
and you’ll still have your meal in the usual time.
When the diner is full due to inclement weather,
and your rowdy squad descends all together,
understand that you’ll just have to wait your fair turn
or the fries will be soggy and the hamburgers burn.
I have a hunch you’re an ivy league boy—
a chip off the old block, your mom’s pride and joy,
but when you come slumming to this side of town,
it’s best that you play your fancy side down.
We don’t cotton to folks who think they’re our betters
or cater to jocks with their varsity letters.
Some day you’ll no doubt be someone of renown
with your designer suits or your medical gown,
but for now you’re a kid sitting there on a stool—
a self-declared prince with no country to rule.
So shut your damn mouth. Move to that empty table,
and you’ll have your burgers as soon as I’m able.
Prompts today are quarter, understand, squad, hunch and street.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Spoken by someone “in the know~!”.
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Perfect!
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I love it!
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So is this the voice of the mexicana who served you your hamburger?
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Oh I love this meal, been a loooonnnng time since I had it!
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Me, too. Bet you were never smartass about it, though, were you?
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Probably been a s a about most everything
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;o)
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Characters are so vividly presented!
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