Hard to be humble when you are perfect in ev-er-ry way

Does this mean that all detritus is valued?

A few days ago a woman who once worked for me, told me how upset she was because she couldn’t find my columns in the Shoreline Times anymore. Yesterday at work, three customers I see often, came up to me and mentioned that they miss seeing my column in the paper as well. They thought I had either stopped writing or I had been dropped by the paper. I mentioned that I am now in eight ‘Times’ newspapers, a division of The Day in New London. So yesterday, as each woman approached me to express their dismay, out of my pocket I pulled my little pad of Post-its and wrote down the on-line address and how to find me.  It made my day that readers mentioned how much they miss reading my column. I felt famous.

For a moment I thought maybe I was well-known enough to have business cards. Like a real estate agent I'd have my photo on it, plus my newspaper on-line address. I would even include one of humorous quotes. That’s when I had to clean up a hand-soap spill in the clearance aisle and then help a lawyer’s wife load a chair, two lamps and three boxes of dishes into her new Escalade. And, that was after maintenance called out and I volunteered to sweep up the wads of paper towels in the ladies room and empty the trash from the employee’s lounge.

Nothing like providing service with a smile for a rich skinny-bitch, plus cleaning, lugging, loading, sweeping and dumping trash to keep you humble. Nix on the business cards, I’m buying lottery tickets today on the way to work.