That Awkward Moment

I am unable to muster the courage

To be rude,

But my stomache churns

As an image of my tenth grade Biology teacher appears;

I am forced to choke down my breakfast

While an appalling stinch of coffee,

And cigarettes

Billows from his mouth

With every arrogantly cheesy line

He spits at me;

Positive my number will fall from my lips,

And into his phone

Completely unaware of my disgust

As well as my disinterest.

As I fail miserably

To prevent further acknowledgement

He continuously attempts to obtain my attention.

Rather than make a scene,

I resort to shaking my head absently

As I fake a politely, agonized smile,

And pretend to listen

To the continuously insulting come on

Put forth from the drooling grandpa

Seated beside me

At the Plasma Center;

Standing before me

Placing an order;

Or, while I put in time on the clock;

The surroundings may change,

But the situation is the same;

How do you tell him no

Without making a scene

When you're unprotected,

And alone?

I am unable to muster the courage

To be rude,

But such advances are unwarrented

From a man old enough to be my father,

Or more so my grandfather.