Fave was in a good mood on Monday. I was surprised to see her at the Gas Station Chicken Store. She said she worked to give Another Lady a day off, since she had worked 12 days in a row.
In fact, the guy ahead of me, on his way out, heard me telling Fave that I didn't win much from her. Unlike when The Other Girl sold me that $200 winner on Thursday.
"Hah, hah! She came in here hoping it was THE OTHER GIRL, not you!" he said.
"That's right. My new best friend, The Other Girl, is what I had expected. For another $200 winner!"
Fave told him he was free to go now, and stop making trouble. When she was waiting on the woman ahead of us, she had difficulty counting back the change. It was $38, and some of the bills were not moving easily from one hand to the other as she counted them back. That's a rule with Woman Owner. The clerks ALWAYS count back the change, just like in the old days.
"Here you go. I'm sorry. I'm just all thumbs."
Heh, heh. That statement went right over that woman's head. But I mentioned it later when joking around with Fave.
"You seem to be feeling better. Even though you're ALL THUMBS! That cracked me up."
"I figured I might as well make the joke myself, instead of waiting for somebody else to do it. I feel okay. I guess it's starting to heal."
"Well, you're on drugs..."
"I AM! But I've weaned myself off. I was taking two at a time, but I'm down to one."
[It's not like she spends her day air-traffic-controlling, running a nuclear power plant, performing brain surgery, or filling 180 mostly-empty teenage vessels with knowledge. She's standing behind a counter, using her hands, one of which is healing with 11 stitches in it. So I understand.]
"That's a sign of progress. Now if you could only be as lucky as The Other Girl."
"I'll work on that! Maybe today!"
Fave needs to work a little harder on my luck. I won $36. But that's no $200.
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