The Magic Supermarket

I'm struck, trolling the supermarket here,
How friendly everybody is, how sweet,
And helpful. Are they not rushed off their feet,
Laid low by customers' demands, in fear
Of someone always watching the cashier
For penny-ante errors? You might meet
A nicer group of folks on any street,
But not in this world, where the stakes are clear.

Cashiers who joke with you, and send you on
To other, shorter lines? That's something new.
And managers who stop to chat with you
After you tell them that you're overdrawn,
Or that, come Sunday evening, you'll be gone?
There must be magic in the morning dew.