I am covering a shift at the pharmacy in the large grocery store I work in when this older lady comes in. She’s a gruff older woman from Chicago with a smoker’s voice, and she talks like a movie New York cab driver. She’s exactly like what you’re imagining.
Me: “Good morning.”
Customer: “What’s so good about it?”
Me: “Well, I suppose that’s up to each of us, isn’t it?”
Customer: Grumbles
To be fair, she terrifies me at first, as she does everyone else in the store. The next week, I’m working in another department, and she sees me.
Customer: “I thought you worked at the pharmacy?”
Me: “I was just covering last week. I work all over.”
Customer: Grumbles
Me: “Would you like me to ring you up for your prescription?”
Customer: Grumpily “Yes.”
Eventually, she warmed up a bit and told me stories about riding horses, or about her late husband, or other glamorous — to me at least — stories. She said she lived a full life, and she told me to make sure I did the same.
I loved seeing her come in, and then she just didn’t anymore. I asked one of my friends in the pharmacy about her and found out she’d passed away from a brain tumor. That was why she was coming in to begin with. She just didn’t tell me that story. Maybe she did that on purpose. I still miss that crotchety old lady, and I’m happy I met her.
The last trip to the hospital, the doctor insisted that a walker and wheelchair come home. The insurance is paying for it, it is mine after 12 months and I figured I have equipment ready when it is needed. Also, if I have the equipment the odds are better that it will not be needed.
Yakety Sax about 1 month ago
The Grumpiest Souls Are Sometimes The Warmest
I am covering a shift at the pharmacy in the large grocery store I work in when this older lady comes in. She’s a gruff older woman from Chicago with a smoker’s voice, and she talks like a movie New York cab driver. She’s exactly like what you’re imagining.
Me: “Good morning.”
Customer: “What’s so good about it?”
Me: “Well, I suppose that’s up to each of us, isn’t it?”
Customer: Grumbles
To be fair, she terrifies me at first, as she does everyone else in the store. The next week, I’m working in another department, and she sees me.
Customer: “I thought you worked at the pharmacy?”
Me: “I was just covering last week. I work all over.”
Customer: Grumbles
Me: “Would you like me to ring you up for your prescription?”
Customer: Grumpily “Yes.”
Eventually, she warmed up a bit and told me stories about riding horses, or about her late husband, or other glamorous — to me at least — stories. She said she lived a full life, and she told me to make sure I did the same.
I loved seeing her come in, and then she just didn’t anymore. I asked one of my friends in the pharmacy about her and found out she’d passed away from a brain tumor. That was why she was coming in to begin with. She just didn’t tell me that story. Maybe she did that on purpose. I still miss that crotchety old lady, and I’m happy I met her.
NOT my story. ( ´•̥̥̥o•̥̥̥`)♡(˘̩̩̩̩̩̩ ⌂ ˘̩̩̩̩̩̩)
stairsteppublishing about 1 month ago
The last trip to the hospital, the doctor insisted that a walker and wheelchair come home. The insurance is paying for it, it is mine after 12 months and I figured I have equipment ready when it is needed. Also, if I have the equipment the odds are better that it will not be needed.
goboboyd about 1 month ago
Are there decals to add flames to a walker or chair? This year’s Periwinkle knee braces are kind of cute.
morningglory73 Premium Member about 1 month ago
Exclude the ‘yet.’
ladykat about 1 month ago
So far, I can manage with a cane.
Sue Ellen about 1 month ago
I prefer to browse in office supply stores.