“Doctors estimate that 70 to 80 percent of their business is non-health related. People aren’t sick, they’re self-dramatizing.” Steve Pressfield
This last Sunday my husband and I went to one of those large stores where they sell just about everything to people who imagine that they’re capable of accomplishing DIY projects in a weekend. We had to return a floor vent cover and pick up the correct size. My task. My husband had a bag of clamps to return. The lady at the return desk was interesting.
She started by telling us that she would be off the next Sunday to celebrate her birthday, which she never gets to celebrate properly, because her birthday is so close to Thanksgiving. According to her, she’s only had one birthday cake in her entire life. I observed her girth and was about to comment on the fact that she’s probably had more than one cake in her life. Good sense won out. But back to her tale of whoa – she was about to turn 58 and was going to go for birthday cake number two!
Also, could life get any worse!? She once received the gift of a dresser that was painted orange, just because she selected orange out of an offered selections, not knowing that it was going to be the color of a dresser she was about to receive.
She would have selected another color, like wood (her words, not mine) had she known! She hates orange, which was the color of the apron she’s forced to wear at her job because, she said, orange is the color of safety.
My husband was in line behind me with his bag of clamps. I slipped away. The woman was not slowing down in her tale of whoa and I was having a difficult time stifling insightful advice and a laugh.
My husband and I met up later somewhere in the electrical aisle. We laughed a lot that day. Ate Chinese food and watched football. No cake. But life is good.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.