Respect Your Elders.... Or Just Act Old
With Great Grandma babysitting for a few hours, it gave me a chance to run some errands yesterday: pick up mail, go grocery shopping for dinner and pick up a couple of prescriptions for Da Wife and Baby.
Mail not a problem although the parking lot was a mess (a whole noddah blog on dat) and picking up dinner items at Palama Market was briefly an enlightening moment.
As I was standing in the isle looking for a good bunch of red leaf lettuce, I felt an ever so slight nudge on my duffle bag that I had around my shoulder. I thought I had it blocking part of the narrow isle walkway so I slung it forward and nonchalantly glanced back. A young Polynesian stock boy walked by with an apologetic look and said that five letter word that people hardly hear anymore.... "sorry". I gave da 808 head nod (equivalent of a shaka but no hands, obviously) and all was cool.
Was nice to see some aloha in a youngin'... or maybe I looked like an old man to him already and he was just respecting his elder. Ai-yah... am I an elder? 😯
At Longs it was a different story. If you've picked up or dropped off any prescription there, you know there's an area to stand in line to "ensure privacy" and that line tends to back up at almost any hour of the day. Unfortunately I must have been there during Senior Thursday cause I felt like I could have been any of these peoples grandson.
Ok, ok, so they weren't that old but they had more white hair than me and that's a lot!
The line moved fairly quickly and being next in line with a duffle bag full of mail and groceries, I was looking forward to just picking up the meds and being on my way in a few moments. What immediately caught my eye was "uncle" that popped out of nowhere pacing back and forth. I already knew what he was going to do but I gave him the benefit of the doubt as he didn't make eye contact with anybody standing in line. Other than trying to play dumb as if he was looking down the isles, once there was an opening at the counter, bam, there he was.
Wassup Wit Dat!
He knew very well that there's a line and knew exactly where that line was - how else did he know where to drop off his prescription and even if it was called in, he looked like the type to pick up medication regularly anyways.
The pharmacy tech didn't even bat an eye and started to look for "uncle's" meds. I wanted to say something so bad but bit my tongue and hoping it was just a question he needed to ask. I then turned to the other "uncle" already being helped at the counter wearing a murse. 😆 It was a bad murse at that too and he was arguing about the prescription cost because it was supposed to be the same as usual.
So much for the privacy line huh?
Oops, almost pau now. So before I left the pharmacy:
BL: "Next time no let uncle cut in line eh."
TECH: "Oh. Sorry, I didn't know."
How do you deal with line cutters? How do you deal with "elders"? How do you deal with rude "elders"? Do you tend to watch what you say or when to say something regardless of the person: Young? Old? Female? Male? Do you use age as an excuse?
Have a grrrreeeeat Feel Good Friday everybodies! Stay safe and a hui hou!
TIP OF DA DAY: Wen standing in line, no just rush in cause da counter/window stay open. Try wait fo' be called cause you nevah know if da person ending their shift or finishing up something that requires more time. We've all seen da dreaded backwards walk of shame wea you go to da counter/window and they say "sorry, closed". Also, if you know you next in line, no look at your phone or look around. You should be looking at da next available counter cause once da bell rings or you hea' "next!", you gotta be on da ball and get there bumbye da people standing in line going get all huhu at you.