Sunday, May 13, 2007

Frankly, . . .

I'm stunned when the short blonde lady behind the counter asks, "How are you doing today?" I've gotten used to the hurry up push, can I help the next customer, sell of today's consumer place. So my smile is tentative, and my voice hesitant as I reply, "Okay, I guess." But then she continues, as though she senses that things aren't okay, that is. And she adds, "It's really beautiful this morning, and we're not in Iraq."

I can't reply. I can't say anything to her because she only wanted me to have a nice day and because we are in Iraq.

2 comments:

etain_lavena said...

weird, I always ask how ppl are too and they always just keep quite for a bit and then answer....we need not rush everyday:)

R said...

Yes, I know I should have slowed down and taken her comment for what she meant it to be. Have a nice day. But really, there are no really nice days in any world where starvation, war and the calumny of politics rear their ugly heads. So it was safer to just sort of smile and meander.