SternWake
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Several Years ago, In this particular instance, I was very rude. I was buying some beer, and the check out line was long, with too few employees working the registers and I was irritated, but this is no excuse.
When it was my turn, the older lady at the checkout didn't ask me for my ID, but simply wanted my birthday to punch into the register. As someone more than 2x the legal drinking age, and one who does not readily give away personal information, I just told her the year of my birth, and when she asked for a month and day I gruffly said 'pick any freaking one you want.'
She Did, I paid, and left.
In the ensuing years I got more and more annoyed at the understaffed check out lines at this CVS and greatly reduced my patronage, and on the rare instances I did go there, if there was an option, I chose the aisle with a different checkout person than this old lady.
About a year ago I was in there, not buying beer, and the old lady to whom I was rude, was still running a register. Her health had deteriorated. She was shorter, more hunched over, moving slower. There was a long line and I witnessed an impatient young woman in front of me, be extremely rude to her, and felt anger and sadness, and shame. When it was my turn I told her I wanted to apologize for being rude to her so many years before. She accepted my apology though I don't believe she recognized me.
She did give me a smile and wished me a pleasant day as I paid and left. I had been in there perhaps 3 times since and always joined her line and was patient, but was sad to see her deteriorate a bit more each time.
This last Friday, I was going into the CVS, and I saw a woman leaving the store with tears in her eyes, on the point of full on bawling.
When I grabbed my articles and joined the check out line, I saw this same old lady was still working a register, but that everybody was avoiding it, choosing much longer lines at the other two.
She was so hunched over, so tiny, skinnier, and could not even lift her head. It took quite some time for her to ring up my purchases. I thanked her by her name, and in this little sweet voice she wished me a happy Fourth.
I left the store in the same state as the woman I had seen leaving it as I'd entered.
When it was my turn, the older lady at the checkout didn't ask me for my ID, but simply wanted my birthday to punch into the register. As someone more than 2x the legal drinking age, and one who does not readily give away personal information, I just told her the year of my birth, and when she asked for a month and day I gruffly said 'pick any freaking one you want.'
She Did, I paid, and left.
In the ensuing years I got more and more annoyed at the understaffed check out lines at this CVS and greatly reduced my patronage, and on the rare instances I did go there, if there was an option, I chose the aisle with a different checkout person than this old lady.
About a year ago I was in there, not buying beer, and the old lady to whom I was rude, was still running a register. Her health had deteriorated. She was shorter, more hunched over, moving slower. There was a long line and I witnessed an impatient young woman in front of me, be extremely rude to her, and felt anger and sadness, and shame. When it was my turn I told her I wanted to apologize for being rude to her so many years before. She accepted my apology though I don't believe she recognized me.
She did give me a smile and wished me a pleasant day as I paid and left. I had been in there perhaps 3 times since and always joined her line and was patient, but was sad to see her deteriorate a bit more each time.
This last Friday, I was going into the CVS, and I saw a woman leaving the store with tears in her eyes, on the point of full on bawling.
When I grabbed my articles and joined the check out line, I saw this same old lady was still working a register, but that everybody was avoiding it, choosing much longer lines at the other two.
She was so hunched over, so tiny, skinnier, and could not even lift her head. It took quite some time for her to ring up my purchases. I thanked her by her name, and in this little sweet voice she wished me a happy Fourth.
I left the store in the same state as the woman I had seen leaving it as I'd entered.