I hate it when I need only a few things, but have to go to different stores to get them. Yesterday was a perfect example: I needed something that I could get at Shopper’s or Wal-mart, and I needed a lemon and three types of fresh herbs. Safeway has the latter, but doesn’t carry what I needed from Wal-mart. And Wal-mart, not surprisingly doesn't have fresh fruit and veg. So I end up going to both places with not a lot of extra time if I wanted to get home and have the game hens ready to eat some time before, say, midnight. Which meant, of course, that the line to check out at in Wal-mart was super long. And slow. REALLY slow. Agonizingly slow. When it was finally my turn, ms. Cashier and I had the following exchange:
Cashier: Sorry about it taking so long, and having to wait.
Me: That’s ok, we all have to be new to a job at some point.
Cashier: Oh, I’m not new, I’m just slow.
Me: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Because I wanted to say “good for you, special needs person, getting a job and making your own way in the world. Unless you’re not special needs slow, but lazy-ass slow. Because that would be a bad thing”. Seemed best to not say anything.
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
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