Faking Irish
One March college spring break, I worked at a mall booth.
Was hired to pretend I was Irish clothed in a green dirndl
mini skirt,hair in pigtails but the freckles were mine.
Doled out carnations tinted green. People scooted away
fearful I was asking for cash. “No, they’re free!”
Was expected to hand deliver 4 dozen before my shift ended.
They feared I was like the Hare Krishna at airports that hunted
you down for donations as they shoved a flower in your face
in the 70’s. Second duty was to get the largest Irish family
to register for a prize.
Mind you this was not an area heavily populated with Irish
but it was St. Paddy’s Day week.
Another holiday tarnished with me as the foil.
8 thoughts on "Faking Irish"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
lol, “but the freckles were mine.”
Lol……
“No, they’re free!”
Great visuals……the Krishnas too….i see the whole poem.
Strait but really funny.
Wow, the past is a strange place lol
Thanks for sharing, Linda!
I love the last line. This reminds me of David Sedaris’ Christmas elf story.
Fun poem, Linda.
Fun! What a great memory— And I, too, loved the line “but the freckles were mine.”
I love how you set the whole scene for the reader to follow along and the conclusion is divine! Great work!
Interesting anecdotal poem. “…but the freckles were mine” was perfect!