A Writer’s Perspective On Life & Love As Viewed From A Cubicle
Monday, October 6, 2008
Big Red at Walgreens
Iwas in Walgreens today returning one ofthepacks of gel heel liners I bought (I’ve am over-buyer. You need 3? I buy 5. It’s a problem).FirstI went to the slightly intelligent looking kid in checkout #1.This was a mistake.
“Duuuur, errr… I think Betty can help you,” he stuttered, pointing to Betty.
Betty did not smile. Betty rolled her eyes.“Go to photo,” she barked.“And someone will be with you.”
Iswearshe muttered“maybe” under her breath but I’m probably just projecting. So I wander over to photo and Betty picks up the intercom and calls forthemanager. At least, I think she calls forthemanager. I can’t really understand her sixty year-old smoker’s voice. At photo the girl actually smiles at me.
“Manager will be right out,”PhotoGirl said and returned to sorting photos.
I can’t help but wonder how often she comes across inappropriate photos.Every time I pick up one hour, I think about Birdie in Hope Floats and howthemanager oftheone hour photo booth had a special drawer where duplicates of dirty photos were kept. I bet Walgreens has a drawer like that. So there I am, just waiting around and thinking innocently of whatkind ofpictures are deemed worthy enough to put in that mythical drawer when a woman in her mid-thirties comes barreling up to the desk.Her hair is an unnatural shade of vivid red and sticking up incurly corkscrews all over her head. A row of silver and goldcoloredbracelets jangle on her wrists with a plastic-like clink
“Yes, ma’am?”PhotoGirls asks, every so politely.
Redshoves a box atPhotoGirl.“Is this considered a disposable camera?I’ve never seen one used before.”
I look at the box. PhotoGirl looks atthebox. Inside are twodisposable cameras. Which the box clearly states.
“Yes, ma’am, theysure are.”PhotoGirl smiles and tries not to look at me. I study thecandy display in front of me intently.
Red waves the box around, jiggling the cameras inside.“How do I use‘em?”
TheJuniorMints box I’m looking at is getting blurry because I’m trying tofocus too hard. If I look at Photo Girl, I’m going to laugh.I can’t resist a peek.Red is leaning over the desk now, eyes boring into Photo Girl. Photo Girl is trying to keep her eyes on Red’s face but Red’s tank tophas stretched to the max and at any second her goodies are going to spill all over the counter.
Photo Girl scratches at herneckandfocuses at a point over Red’s curls.“Just point and click.”
“Allright then.”Red eases off the counter, pushes back herbracelets and turns the box over in her hands. The strap on her tank slips off one shoulder. She ignores it.“And then what? There aren’t any directions.”
I’ve given up on the Junior Mints boxcompletelyand look atRed. She’s uber confused as she squints at the box.
Photo Girl, bless her patience, takes the cameras gently from Red.“You just bring them back here, camera and all after you’ve takenthe pictures and we’ll develop them for you.”
“Huh.”Red finally snaps her tank top strap into place and reaches for the cameras which Photo Girls hands over, still studying the point over Red’s head. Meanwhile I am in near convulsions and my bladder is starting to hurt. My eyes are actually watering.
“It’s so simple,”Red marvels.
Photo Girl nods. Then she hesitates, as though she is not sure sheshouldoffer up this next bit of information. I’m all for hesitating. I don’t thinkRed can handle any more“simpleness”. Nor can I for that matter. But Photo Girl shrugs and plows on.“When we develop them for you, we can put them on a CD so you can upload them to your computer.”
A line appears betweenRed’s eyes.“Wow. Really?”
Red’s face wobbles a bit.“Oh. That’s not part of the development, huh?”
“No, ma’am.” Photo Girls shakes her head regretfully.
“That would be really cool. Darrell would love it. Darrell loves to take photos.”Red pushes out her lower lip and thenbrightens.“S’alright, I don’t have a computer anyway. Thanks!” And she walks away.Photo Girl and I stare after her. She bumps into a candy display and drops the cameras.“Shhhhhhhhh-it.”
Photo Girl looks at me.“I agree,” she mumbles and turns on heel forthebackroom just as the managerapproaches. He rings up my exchange without a smile or word. I’m okwiththis. I think I’ve heard it all now anyway.And I wonder… what wouldRed think of a digital camera?Ithink she and Darrellwouldhave a lot of fun with a digital camera. And I bet Photo Girl is going to get some interesting photos for that drawer.
Just a Midwest girl with a slightly neurotic twist and a crazy dream of becoming a working writer. Why?
1. I'm a Hopeless Romantic
2. There are voices in my head
3. There is nothing more appealing than a good story.
But aspiring writers can't buy groceries with unread manuscript pages so first, I must go to work. And do my dreaming there.
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