I spent some time at the Windy Hill hospital yesterday. My sister was undergoing surgery there.
Driving on the way down it looked like I was going to be
early, again. To utilize my time I
pulled in an automatic carwash. You
drive in the building and a metal frame thing with all kinds of water spouts
and soap guns squirt the car. I was
sitting there watching the giant machine do it job and when the big frame went
by spraying the car I saw that on the shotgun side of the car, water was
pouring in. I thought the window was up,
but apparently it wasn't up tight enough.
It got the seat and inside door wet.
I did the only thing I knew to do, roll down my windows and used the blow dry drive method.
In the waiting room at
one point I was craving caffeine. I went looking for a place on the campus that
would sell coffee, such as a cafe' or something. I found the cafe'. I found the beverage section and they had big
thermoses with coffee. One for regular and one for caffeine-free. The regular was empty. I asked the cashier was there some other place for coffee, this
one was out of regular. She told me she
would make me a new cup. She got to work
doing that and juggling the people getting
in line to have their food rung up and also carrying on a conversation
with a friend about the vacation her friend just returned from. Every place I got to stand it seemed I was in
her way. Finally I found a place in a corner
to stand. I was thought one standing in a corner looked a little paranoia
- but I at least I was out of the way.
When the coffee finished dribbling into the thermos I was the first to
pour me a cup. After all, I am the one
inspired her to make it. I beat someone
else who was about to get a cup.
The cashier would not take money for it. She said she put me though enough already and
she was thanking me for being so patient.
The coffee tasted better than usual.... was that because it
was free?
In the waiting room a mother and a 2.5 year old daughter
were waiting on their husband/daddy that
was having a procedure. The little girl
was very cute and was just full of cute facial expressions and her
reasoning was even cuter. The little girl, in her coloring book was
drawing circles. I couldn't free hand
draw a circle as perfect as she was doing if my life depended on it... I couldn't
outline a quarter or half dollar to be as rounded as she was drawing.... even
if I used a compass she could beat me, and effortless at that.
Her mother drew a circle, sort of lopsided, like I could
draw and put lines poking out of the circle.
It looked like an amoeba with wild hairs. The little girl looked at her mother's art work
and said her mother drew a rabbit. I
cracked up laughing.
A nurse told the mother with the girl to go get the car and
pick up her husband at the awning. Her
and the child left and in a few minutes they returned. Mama was looking embarrassed. She asked the nurse behind the counter would
she please get her husband's car keys.
After my sister recovered we went back to recovery room to
see her. Walking down the room with beds
with people recovering on each side
somebody said, "Hey Mister Post Office!"
It was a supervisor I knew from the post office. He didn't remember my name. I said, "Hello Bob!"
Bob and I was transferred to Marietta about the same
time. In Atlanta he worked in
transportation. Everyday he would come
to our office and pick up reports and we chatted. This went on for several years.
After we both were
Marietta Postal employees we saw each other on the workroom floor daily and
politely spoke to each other.
After a couple of years of working in the same building you
would think he might know me. Then, one
day at Target he and I both were standing at the watch display case studying
the watches. Finally he looked up at me,
and said, "Pardon me, do you work for the post office, it seems I have
seen you someplace before."
"Bob" We
have seen each other for just about every day for the past ten years or so.
I could go on about Bob and his communication skills, but I'll save it for a
rainy day.
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