This afternoon, I stopped off at the Forest Hills CVS pharmacy on my way home to pick up a couple of things. And when I got in line, there was only one woman paying for items and one clerk. But in short order, there came to be another four or so people who formed a line in back of me.
Now, Washington, DC has more than it's share of Type-A personalities, myself included. And the woman ahead of me was being way too slow about paying for her stuff. She was asking a bunch of questions. Then she couldn't find her CVS discount card. At least she wasn't paying with a check.
If the line of waiting shoppers had been in cars on the street, we would all have been blasting our horns. She should hurry up! The check-out clerk should move her on!
BEEP! HONK!! AH-OOH-GAH!!!
As it was, there was just a lot of sighing and huffing and glares.
Then I noticed the poor sales clerk. She was there all alone. This woman paying for her stuff was clearly not her first slow as molasses customer, and the line back up must have been pretty typical. She did not look too happy.
So when I got up to the register, I flashed her a big smile and told her that soon her day would get better!
She got this big grin on her face and reminded me to be sure to vote!
I guess one of my favorite things is to find someone each day in some service job who looks and feels frazzled, harassed, unappreciated and underpaid. Then I like to do some little thing to turn things around. And, believe me, it doesn't take very much.
It's just fun. I recommend it highly!