Two Pints of Milk, Six Eggs and a Kind Word

I’m starting to wonder if people really believe that the men and women working at the cash register in supermarkets and elsewhere are vending machines in clothing.

I can’t remember ever having heard a kind personal world spoken to these people. Sure one hears a “thank you” or a “have a nice weekend” spoken to the person behind the cash register at the local supermarket once in a blue moon, but never once have I heard anyone say their names. It is as if people don’t really regard them as whole human beings with mothers, children, feelings or, dare I say it, names. And there really is no excuse, since they all wear name tags.

This simply will not do! Hence I have taken it upon myself to start a new trend. I will from now on always refer to the person who helped me pay for my skimmed milk by name (okay, so I have a milk fetish - shoot me!). No more “have a nice weekend” it’s “thank you, Louise, have a nice weekend”.

If you choose to follow in my footsteps be careful though! Sara, the nice young woman at my local McDonald’s almost ran in to Paul, the manager, the other day just because I said goodbye in a friendly and personal way.