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An every-so-often installment of ongoing sparkling thoughts.
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September 2007 TwinkleGram from Charlene
The older lady working the counter (okay, I just cracked myself up, realizing how, when you're nearly 62 yourself, "older" becomes so relative!) picked up my first item, squinted, gave a cash register key a tap, and pushed enter. Then she said, "Uh-oh!" This, I thought, was not a good sign. She tapped a few more keys, hit a couple tallies, then tried to void the growing debacle, but I could tell by her sighs, lip puffs and crinkled brow that the situation had spiraled. She hailed another of the volunteers. She, too, pushed a few buttons, then declared it was time to call in the chief, who arrived within in a few moments.
After a couple bad attempts by my check-out "gal" to begin again, she said, "See! The same thing happens every time! I've got two cents there instead of two dollars!" "That's because," Ms. Manager patiently responded with a pasted-on smile, "the machine is defaulted to insert a decimal after two digits, so you have to add enough zeros to get your two dollars." Then she looked at me. "I'd sure like to speak with whomever designed this thing!" Eventually my purchases were tallied and paid for. But I couldn't stop thinking about the CL key being the check-out clerk's best friend. Where, I wondered, was MY CL key for my messy office, my misspoken words, my overbooked schedule? WHAT was MY best friend when it came to fixing my own mistakes? As you can see by the above picture, I do have a favorite button on my keyboard, at which I spend a great deal of my life. A friend sent me that DUH key after The Book of Duh (celebrating those less-than-magic moments) released--which I (Duh!) wrote. Although the stick-on key doesn't electronically activate anything, tapping it does release my brain enough to help me laugh at myself, even though sometimes I have to tap it five times in a row before I finally lighten up. "DUH! DUH! DUH! DUH! DUH!" But before long, I once again come to grips with the fact that I am human. Laughter. CL key. A good laugh at yourself. A head-bang. A quick prayer: "God, I did it AGAIN! HELP!" These "keys," Dear TwinkleGrammers, are our best sanity-saving friends. May you never leave home (or stay there) without them. GO TO Charlene's humor travel blog Get your free copy of the TwinkleGrams delivered straight to your email box! Thank you for reading my sparkling thoughts! Do not ever hesitate to share some back! Charlene Ann Baumbich Web site: http://www.welcometopartonville.com E-mail: charlene@dontmissyourlife.com To Read About the Dearest Dorothy Books, Click HERE! TwinkleGram Archives 6/2/04 | 8/20/04 | 10/08/04 | 10/25/04 | 12/14/04 | 1/19/05 | 3/4/05 | 4/21/05 | 6/13/05 Don't forget to check in every once in a while to see what's on Charlene's mind. From the profound to the pathetic, she's happy to have her own non-edited corner in which to ramble on about whatever she'd like whenever the mood strikes her - which might be sooner or later! Or, subscribe to the TwinkleGram and have it delivered fresh to your email - just click the "Subscribe to the TwinkleGram" link at the top of this page. Notice: Materials on this page are copyright Charlene Baumbich 2003-2007 |
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While walking, arms full, to the checkout counter in a local resale shop (even more fun to shop than the Dollar Store!), I was happy to notice there was only one gentleman in line, and his business seemed about done. Sure enough, by the time I arrived, he picked up his bag, uttered a farewell and away he went. I hoisted my arms and gratefully plunked my mass of stuff down on the counter. I was expecting a quick exit so I could rock and roll onto my next errand. (In case you missed it, that was the windup.)