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Thursday, October 21, 2004
Get Your Flu Shot Here
I needed to pick up a few things at the grocery store early Saturday morning. I went for two reasons, one is I was hungry and I needed to eat and secondly, my wife wasn't home to feed me.It just so happened that the store I went to was offering flu shots for senior citizens. This is a great idea since there is a shortage of flu vaccines. I collided with more than 450 people standing in lines to make sure they were protected against the flu this winter.
There were a few oddball things going on in the store. As you can imagine, with 450 people in line, there could be a few standouts.
I heard one man say to his wife referring to his place in line "what's my number?" When I heard that I had a flashback to the early 70's when we were sitting in front of our television sets watching the Federal Draft board choose birth dates to determine who would be the lucky winners of an all expense paid trip to Viet Nam.
The store manager, in my opinion, was the epitome of customer service. He walked over to the dessert aisle and brought over about 16 boxes of doughnuts to the folks who were patiently waiting in line. The only problem, I'm sure, is that most of the people are diabetic. Thankfully I got out of the store before there were any adverse reactions.
Everyone kept themselves occupied by reading the morning paper. As I walked down the aisle I notice that everyone was opened to the same page. Take a guess as to what page they were reading. Yes that's right. The Obituaries!
Of course a lot of people were getting uncomfortable with the long wait. One lady was doing a little complaining. Her husband said to her "stop kvetching. You have more aches than John Kerry has plans.”
As I was heading up the pasta aisle, I detected an unusual odor. The odor seemed to permeate the entire aisle. I knew it smelled familiar but I just couldn't place it. Was it perfume or cologne? I thought it might be the smell of mothballs. My grandma used to wear clothes that smelled like mothballs. Then it hit me. I recognized that acrid smell from my old karate days. It was ol' folks cologne. It was Ben Gay! My eyes began to burn so I knew they followed the instructions on the package, "apply liberally several times per day."
I must say, the store manager was a champ that day. My only question is why did he start the line in the frozen food section? Everybody knows that seniors are temperature sensitive.
So there you have it. Something else for me to look forward to!
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Tuesday, October 19, 2004