I’m buying Advil for my chronic headache…sinus, stress, Covid 19?
None of the pain relievers are marked.
I take a small bottle to the front of the store.
A kid of color, the size of Zeus, leans leisurely against a pillar on his phone that’s as big as he is.
What I notice are his long, elegant fingers that don’t seem to go with the rest of his portly girth.
“Excuse me,” I politely say, “could you please tell me the price of this?”
Without looking up he says, “There’s a machine in front. You can scan it there.” Now, I’m not a demanding sort, but neither am I handy left to my own devices, or theirs.
“Could you please show me how to use this machine,” I say, my impatience at the starting gate.
He doesn’t answer, still soldered to his phone.
Here we go again.
Should I call his supervisor, or try to stimulate his humanity that’s buried beneath all those text messages?
I move in quite close, saying in a low voice, “I think since you work here, and I’m a customer, a good customer by the way, who always takes the survey they send after each visit, I don’t think you’d want me, Gerald (reading his name tag), to say how rude you’re being to me.”
This gets his attention.
He picks his huge head up, dreadlocks bobbing like corks, moseying over to the scanner while I follow.
With those elegant fingers, he takes the bottle of Advil, places it in the center saying in the same monotone, “5.49.”
He hands it back, still not looking at me, returning to his phone he’s left by the Halloween candy.
After paying at…do-it-yourself-check-out…it took a year for me to master, I go back over and say as if we’re longtime friends, “Thanks Gerald for helping me. I hope to see you again, real soon.”
“No problem,” he says, still glued to his phone while me, my manners and headache, that seems not quite as bad, hoofs it home, wishing we had grabbed one of those Halloween Hershey Bars well earned.
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