It was earlier in the day that I plugged in my hair dryer, and found that it had gone tits up on me, when I turned it on and nothing happened . . .
So I went to the corner Wal Mart and picked out a replacement. A nice little travel unit that would fit well in my bathroom vanity drawer. When I got to the check out area, with my one item, I saw that out of 25 registers all that was open was two 15 or less items, one 20 or less items that had people with at least a hundred items to checkout, and one full service with no limit, open that had 4 full shopping carts waiting to be checked out. Then I decided to try my luck at one of the self serve registers, and wouldn’t you know it they were all occupied too. I noticed that on one of them there was a woman ringing up, probably, $75.00 in impulse buys and sorting through what she would be willing to give up to keep those really cool impulse things on the conveyer belt. I scanned the other self checkout and saw an older couple that was down to their last article, but were struggling because they couldn’t figure out how to get the damn thing to accept payment. I stood there for a moment holding my single little travel hair dryer looking down at the floor coming to terms with the cold hard fact that I would, almost certainly, never get out of that store before the reading of my last will and testament. I sighed and looked up to see this little old lady with a cherub’s face standing at the customer assistance station for the automated registers. She smiled kindly at me and motioned with her index finger to go over to her, so I did. She gently took the hair dryer from my hands and asked; “Will this be all?” I answered “Yes”. She then scanned my one item and told me: “That’ll be $13.02” I gladly took out my wallet and paid her exactly to the penny. She bagged my purchase, thanked me and wished me a good day. I winked at her in gratitude and realized, as I looked back at the middle aged couple still struggling, and the woman who couldn’t decide whether to sacrifice the peanut butter or the ground round, that, with the help of this angel, I escaped the clutches of shopping hell. Thus making me a very lucky girl, a very lucky girl indeed.
Kit Morgan Feb. 21st, 2011
© Copyright by Kit Morgan; 2011.
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