I went to the laundromat today. It was a long overdue trip.
After I got the washers going, I walked next door to the dollar store. I intended to buy a Coke, but I wandered over to the greeting cards instead. I picked out five Thanksgiving cards, then grabbed a Coke from the very back of the cooler (I always want to have the super-coldest bottle possible) and headed to the checkout.
The guy who was working the register greeted me and started to scan my cards. I was fishing in my handbag to find my coin purse, not paying attention to anything around me, so it really caught me off guard when the cashier said, "I really like people like you."
What? People like me -- would that be middle-aged, overweight women with menopause-induced acne? Surely not.
The guy must have noticed the puzzled look on my face because he held up one of my greeting cards and waved it toward me. Still puzzled, I thought maybe he was referring to the humorous card that I purchased. So . . . he likes people who get a laugh out of Thanksgiving?
"It makes it so much easier to ring up the cards when they're turned the right way," he said with a smile.
Ohhh, now I get it. He was commenting on my habit of flipping the front of the card upside down so the UPC code is facing up, unobstructed by the flap of the envelope.
People like me . . . we rock. : )
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