The blond pharmacist checked on my insurance and said sure, she could give me a flu shot.
I see her behind the counter just about every time I pick up a script. Always engrossed in the computer, on the phone, in and out among the shelves. So focused, she rarely looks up and we probably have never spoken before.
She wore a beautiful turquoise necklace with large stones, the kind you might buy on a Caribbean cruise and wear with a sarong on a sunset beach. I wanted the necklace, the cruise, and the rest of the fantasy. I was so close to complimenting her on it, but I stopped myself. I don’t know why. Maybe that day I just didn’t feel like being nice.Continue Reading
About 30 years ago, we got a porch swing. A few years earlier, we had purchased our first house, a modest old Dutch Colonial with lots of charm hidden behind its 1960’s updates. It had a large front porch – deep enough to gather with friends or spend time in solitude, contemplating life.
The swing didn’t cost us a dime – a good thing in those early days of parenthood and home-ownership. We got the swing with coupons. My in-laws ran a corner grocery store, and the manufacturers’ coupons they collected from customers could be redeemed for merchandise. Like S&H green stamps for small businesses. I had helped to organize the coupons so I got to pick my prize.Continue Reading