Thanks Bev!
Turns out I can't respond to my own challenge.
I think I'm pleased that I had fodder to work with.
Connie, I love that. It's painful and very real.
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Thanks Bev!
Turns out I can't respond to my own challenge.
I think I'm pleased that I had fodder to work with.
Connie, I love that. It's painful and very real.
Deena I'm glad it helped. And Connie, is it wrong that in addition to totally empathizing with you (cause I had someone I love in the med system too) I laughed?
Those are both so vivid.
I didn't think I'd have one for this topic, but I seem to
People I Did Not Kill Today
I keep a small bottle of arsenic in my apron pocket. It keeps my spirits up. All those customers who swear they said “latte” when I know they said “espresso”, or forgot to request soy, or think orders take less time to fill when they're in a hurry, well, they get an extra sweet smile as I say “Have a nice day” and think “I just saved your life”.
It's a real boon to customer service, my secret extra shot. I hardly ever even take it out, just knowing it's there is enough. Usually.
very nice, -t. Put a big grin on my face.
is it wrong that in addition to totally empathizing with you (cause I had someone I love in the med system too) I laughed
Oh, no problem. That day has entered the legends of my circle of friends.
Oh lovely -t. I like that.
Thanks, guys. I'm glad y'all like. It's a little frightening how quickly and completely that one came to me
-t
Bwah!
That's actually not a bad idea, at least as a fantasy. You could carry a little bottle with a handmade label: "Iocaine Powder", with curlicues and scrollwork, and fill it with baking soda or powdered sugar. Just to have it with you and tell yourself you *could* use it, if sufficiently provoked, might be enough to offset most troublesome patrons.
Well-written too, -t!
I think you should market it. That which you do not smell...