It’s amazing how we can find lessons everywhere, even when buying rubber gloves!
It was meant to be a quick, painless trip to the local drugstore – all I needed were a pair of dishwashing gloves.
Quickly perusing the aisles I hear banter between two employees… and begin listening.
Employee 1: “Oh my gawd. Is THIS the kind of music they play here all the time?”
Employee 2: “Well, depending on the clientele. In some stores they play hip hop, other stores play big band.”
Employee 1: “Oh. This is going to drive me nuts.”
Employee 2: “It’s not that bad. You’ll get used to it.”
Me: [silently] REALLY?! Oh dear. I need to get out of here. Where are the gloves?
Employee 1: “You know what keeps me going? 50’s music.”
Employee 2: “Really?”
Employee 1: “Yeah. It drives me nuts. It’s so boring.”
Me: [silently] For the love of gawd. WHERE ARE THE…
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