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Drug Store Cheaters




Today I am thankful for a local clerk who taught me about cheaters. 

So....it started when I bought fuel injection cleaner for my aging Buick.

The clerk checked my ID.

I told her that I was "almost elderly."

She didn't believe my birth date.

She said my skin was too smooth

-and-

I wasn't wearing "cheaters".

She said she thought I was in my early thirties.

Cheaters?  What are cheaters?

Well....they are cheap glasses that people need when their inability to focus grows longer than their arms.

I wonder if she saw me struggling to read the ingredients on the protein bars I bought.

Oh....I can't read without headaches.  I always blamed the allergies or my dry eyes.

I hate using the internet because I can't focus on the letters. I also have dyslexia so I wind up reading bizarre things that are unique to me.

This can lead to some comical situations.

For example - I tend to read Martial Arts and Marital Arts and wonder if some sex therapist has registered the term as a trademark.

I went to the eye doctor and they tried to sell me coke bottle glasses for $900.

I can't quite afford that right now.

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After meeting with the clerk, I found myself looking at the cheapy glasses.  I tried on various strengths.

I'm a 1.50.

And, oh my....it has truly opened up a new world of learning for me.

It doesn't hurt to read any more.

I have an entire pile of books to read!

Oh my......

Life is good!

I should be very busy for awhile.

I betcha I can go back to reading sheet music again!

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When social interactions impact me on a personal level, I look for the lesson. There is always a lesson. There has to be a lesson here.

Perhaps it is a reminder to practice random acts of kindness, not in an intrusive way but in a way that espouses respect for the individuality of the other person.

Perhaps I should start leaving pennies on the electronic horses at King Soopers so kids can take a ride.  I could start leaving quarters in the vending and bubble gum machines.

Perhaps it is time to go back to paying it forward: donating food to the food bank, toiletries to the battered women shelters that I trust and money to the causes that resonate within me.

That is how I used to live when I was bohemian and things always had a way of happening automatically for me.

I'm not sure why I stopped - perhaps it was due to the chaos in my own life.  Chaos can cause us to become self-centered.  As the chaos is beginning to go away, it is time to bring the loving attention outward.

I am so very thankful for the people that I meet in my town.

They are very kind and helpful.

They are full of lessons.

They are awesome!

I should write a comment card and praise her ability to up sell her customers and change their lives.

I'll do that now.

Love ya,

S.




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