By Lillian Csernica on August 26, 2016
Have you ever had one of those days where the raw, undiluted silliness of people was simply beyond belief?
For me, today was that day.
Finding two hard-boiled eggs.
I had an early doctor appointment this morning, so early I was out of the house and in my car by 7:15 a.m. I stopped at the grocery store for an iced coffee. In the deli I can usually find ready-to-eat hard-boiled eggs. Not today.
At that hour I was one of maybe three customers in the entire store. I asked one of the folks behind the deli counter if they had any more hard-boiled eggs. She came out and looked around in the deli cases, finding none.
Then another clerk hailed me. She wore the tool belt that had sheaths for her box cutters. That meant she worked on the loading dock in the back opening deliveries. (I have no idea what she was doing hanging out by the deli counter.) She told me there was one other place to look for the eggs. This was way across the store. She led me over there, found nothing, and expressed her deep regret.
All I can figure is I was a customer and these people were going to make sure their manager saw them providing good customer service. Two hard-boiled eggs were not that big a deal to me. Seeing these clerks turn my breakfast into The Quest for The Eggs was really funny.
Sittin’ at the car wash
In my front yard we have an oak tree so big and so old several of its limbs are supported by a network of thin cables. The oak tree drips what I assume is sap, leaving sticky trails down the windshields and sides of our vehicles. Living out in nature means a fine dusting of pollen all over everything. Then there are the power lines, which provide wonderful perches for the blue jays, sparrows, robins, and crows. You see where I’m going with this, don’t you? The Bird Brigade sits on the power lines and poops all over our vehicles.
I picked up John after school today and ran some errands, which included going to the car wash. You pay your money, get a receipt with a code on it, then drive around to the entrance of the car wash. The average wash takes about ten minutes start to finish. There were four cars ahead of us. Matters were moving along at the usual rate when the next car into the wash unit suddenly backed up. I watched this person pull forward and back up three separate times. What madness was this?
Then I understood. This person had never been through this car wash before. What he or she thought was an alarm was merely the signal to stop the car so the wash could begin.
At this point there were two other cars ahead of me and three more behind me. Why were we all just sitting there watching this poor fool pulling forward and back, risking damage to the car and the wash unit, to say nothing of the next car in line?
I sent John to tell the attendant at the cash register what was going on.
That got sorted out with no injuries to people or machinery, thank God. John and I took our turn. My car now looks all shiny and pretty. I bought John an ice cream sundae as a reward for his patience. The poor guy had been stuck in the car over an hour thanks to a bunch of adults who couldn’t get out of their own way!