…employees at the supermarket were nice to me today. And helpful, as well.
Like, when does THAT ever happen anymore?
Seriously. I was putting around near the meat counter and stopped to check a price for Italian sausages and the butcher came out, all smiles, and chatted pleasantly about the price of sausage and walked with me down the aisle a bit to get what he considered to be the best there is. We could have been a commercial on national television, except my hair was falling out of its ponytail, and I had no makeup on, and I looked like the walking dead. Other than that, we were a Genuardi’s commercial just waiting to happen.
And then at the checkout counter, the lines were short. And the girl ringing up my goods actually stopped to wash her hands after handling a package containing a roast that had leaked a bit. Ugh, she said. And stopped to wash her hands and then put the leaking thing in a separate bag. Then she chatted pleasantly with me about how she always keeps chicken separate from other meats, and all the meats separate from the rest of the stuff on the conveyor belt.
And the man bagging everything managed to keep up with the flow of goods and was finished bagging just as I was finished paying. I turned to put my wallet in my purse and start helping put stuff in bags and he was standing there smiling at me. Here, he said, handing me a bag. These are your eggs. Where do you want them? Inside the bag was just eggs, and nothing else. No canned goods or glass pickle jars tossed carelessly on top of the carton. Just the eggs. Safe and sound. It was pretty fucking surreal, let me tell you.
They asked if I needed help out to my car, but I said no, because I always say no, but also because they were starting to freak me out a bit with their niceness. Like what if I agreed to let them wheel the cart out to the van and then they loaded the groceries into the back and then washed the windows and checked the oil and tire pressure? What if they had suddenly burst into a happy song while they were doing that, and what if the orange juice suddenly came flying out of the bag and started doing a little jig right along with them?
I’d be back at the hospital for sure, then. And not for some silly little thyroid scan, if you know what I mean.
Is it next week yet?
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PS: Many thanks for all the kind comments, and the emails too. For some reason, every time I try to respond to my emails, it doesn’t work. I get Error 999 or some such thing. It sounds ominous, but I’m just waiting to see if Yahoo clears it up on their own. But I am getting your emails, and many thanks to all of you for them. 
HA HA!! Sounds a bit freaky to me. Are you sure there was no dancing O.J. that you maybe missed.
it is rare to find nice people anymore. I think to many people just don’t like to work. And really who can blame them.
Well, I guess I’m weird or maybe because I live in a small town, but it’s like that every time I go to the grocery store. Here, they actually do carry your groceries out. Maybe they are under some new management that really does care about customers, because without customers, they have no job.
Hope you get the kinks worked out soon.
I’m just catching up – been busy dealing with my mom’s breakdown (and the discovery of her hypothyroid, btw!) and ya know, being taken advantage of by my less than helpful siblings and whatnot.
SO…hmmm. The grocery store bit is just weird, the horse bit just sucks, and isn’t there anyone else you can see about the ear bit? A CAT scan would show sinus “stuff” wouldn’t it? But perhaps you don’t want to just live constantly in dr offices like I have been with The Mother lately. I’m considering buying scrubs. They’re comfortable, and I wouldn’t stick out at all..
Oh! I almost forgot. Now, I’m not saying anything because I don’t want to jinx it, but that ISSUE I’ve had, similar to your Colorado ISSUE is almost certainly CONTRACTED to be…eh…resolved. (Ha! That’ll trick the..um..jinxing people.)
Have a good weekend!
They probably thought you were a “secret shopper”. That’s the only explanation I can think of.
I’m sorry to hear about your Dr. issues. This is why I don’t go to the Dr., living on the belief that if I don’t go, then nothing can be wrong.
I had thyroid problems in my 20s and it was similiarly confusing. For 6 months, they kept taking blood (every 2 weeks), the level was too high, the level was too low, now it was too high. Are you under any stress? Don’t be under any stress, because that’s bad. Hmm, maybe you taking all this blood all the time. Anyway, eventually, the levels were fine and they could never tell me what the problem had been. Whatever.
Score at the grocery store. They probably did think you were a secret shopper.
Hey, thanks for the info on thyroid everyone. It’s good to know, actually, that these things can simply resolve themselves. That will probably happen to me. Somehow. I really think I’m fine.
I love it when the symptoms of certain disorders are “fatigue” and “irritability” and stuff like that. They ask me: “are you fatigued? or irritable?” and I say, “well, yes…but I live with little children who don’t sleep well at night. Who WOULDN’T be fatigued and irritable?”
As for secret shoppers…hmmm…now I want to BE one. How do you sign up for that job? The chance to have supermarket personnel be nice all the time? Sign me up!
Hope your thyroid issues resolve themselves-what a great concept!