Hello Tiger

"Hello Tiger" grandpa would greet me
every summer, bending down to look me in the eye
as he opened the glass screen door of the drab green
house with astroturf front porch steps.

Grandpa was a salesman not by trade
but by way of life, and I was sold that
despite no shared blood running through
our veins, he was one of my grandfathers -
Not in the icky way you feel
when you have been sold an unwanted
item at a price you'll regret no matter how low.
No, this was a pleasant purchase,
a needed item received at the right price
with customer service to seal the deal with a smile.


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