Monday, March 18, 2013

a tiny complaint



I am sick. Not the spring fever kind of sick but a real head cold with sinuses that are flowing like a broken faucet, a hacking cough that would scare an elephant, a nose that is so red from blowing it that I could be a substitute for Rudolph and a voice so broken that it sounds like a badly scratched record played one speed too slow. I feel as if I look and move like a zombie. I will live - it is just bloody uncomfortable.

Went to the drugstore today to buy supplies. Went up to the checkout and put my box of Kleenex, my cough candies, my cough syrup and my box of antihistamine cold tablets on the counter. The lady says "hello" and I tweak out a "hi" in response. Then she says "and how are you today?"

I looked at her face and then down  at the items she is ringing in and then back up to her eyes. I really needed to know if she was teasing me or if it had not yet registered with her that I felt like crap. I would have like to have responded with "Can you see what I am buying? How the hell do you think I feel?".  But I didn't. I grunted out "fine" or something that came close to that and smiled when she said "have a nice day".

It was not her fault. She sees 100s of people passing by her cash register. The store was busy and there were people behind me waiting to be served. I know she is suppose to say "have a nice day, and that if she doesn't someone in management might get mad at her. But a word to the management - I would really prefer it if people who were serving me either actually thought about what they were saying or said nothing at all.   

A comment such as " if all of that is for you I hope you feel better soon" would have made me feel so much better.

A small complaint.

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