Here in the Songs I Sing

My first day at my new job is growing near, so I'm letting the customers who love me know I'll be leaving soon.

The few who love me.

Believe it or not, there are a few who will wait and wait until I am able to help them. Even wilder, they're the crankiest customers! You'd think our like attitudes would clash big time!

I figured I had better let them know that in a couple of weeks, I won't be around anymore. They'd have to get to know my co-workers.

Today, two of my customers came to the bank. The first couple took it hard, but were genuinely happy for me. The second, I knew would be much more difficult.

"I have something to tell you . . . I got a promotion, so I won't be in the banking center anymore."

"Oh, no. What will I do?"

No, really. She said this.

"Well, Dena will still be here. And Marques would be happy to help you. Would you like me to introduce you?"

"No, no. I think we've met . . ." She dug around in her purse and pulled out her money envelope. "Autograph this for me."

I assumed she wanted my name and number or something. But, knowing I would no longer be able to help her with general banking issues, I was unsure what to do.

"I'm not sure what you want me to write."

"Just your name and if you want to write something . . . Then if you get famous, I'll have this."

If?