Running Late

I’ve been on a work bender lately and it is only the beginning of the holiday season.  Oy.  Every time I dip my toe into the retail world, I wonder what the heck I was thinking.  The ridiculous holiday hours, the standing, the lousy pay, the hand holding and counseling that goes into selling.  If customers could read my mind they might hear me saying………………

You do know that this is not the radiation versus chemo dilemna, but rather a skirt?

On Sunday, I was running late because I didn’t want to go to work.  I wanted to stay in some sweat pants and not put on makeup.  I wanted to vacuum the swirling dog hair and do some laundry with football as the background noise.  I didn’t want to make small talk, offer everyone who walked in the door a cup of coffee or explain the current discount. 

I was on the 3rd floor of the parking garage and flying down the stairs with a young one who was also late to his job.  We commiserated about working all weekend and then ran off in different directions.  In front of our store was a guy pushing a cart of vegetables into the barbecue restaurant next door and he laughed when he saw me. “You late, honey?”

Yes, Honey was late because she forgot that it is a gift to be useful.  That sometimes the right skirt makes things better so careful thought must go into the selection.  That there are plenty who would love the chance to earn a paycheck.

Honey needed a guy pushing lettuce uphill to remind her.

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