SEE FIRST VERSION OF THIS POST HERE: Creative Writing Feature!
*I made NO edits, this is how I wrote it in the class*
* This was also the original story, before the 1st one I posted. The class hated this one, but I liked my concept….although now I prefer the one I tagged above :D*
I really dislike going to work. It drives me nuts. I am not the standard pharmacist that just has a miserable time at work. I enjoy making the customers laugh, although they look at me like something is wrong.
Is it my uniform?
I stand at the register and wonder if this is true every time they turn away from me. I can’t help it, I’m eccentric. At times when I am on the floor, I receive blank stares for what feels like longer than five minutes. As an observer, I am also really good at figuring out who is analyzing my horrendous outfit. I didn’t choose to wear these clothes; this is what I have to deal with since I started working at this dump.
The managers thought it would be a great idea for me to have on this bright red long sleeve shirt with random even and odd numbers displayed all over. I like to tell the joke of the day, “Do you know how many men it takes to screw in a light bulb?” I’ve been at this job for over thirty years, I deserve some humor every once in a while. Don’t you agree? Customers waiting for their prescriptions or refills look past me in deep thought or just roll their eyes. They ignore me like I am a great big hole in the wall.
Do I scare them away with the perky expressions that follow my jokes? Someone once told me I remind them of the hip 70’s chic style with my big pink glasses and blue hair. My favorite fashion accessories are my earrings. Today I am wearing my light bulbs. Just as I was about to take my lunch, a handsome man appears.
He asks for his prescription for his grandma. I hand it to him, and as I am ringing him up, I am blissfully hypnotized and I don’t hear the joke slip out my mouth. He reads my name tag and says “Sally, why don’t you tell me that answer and I may take you to dinner.” I almost dropped the register as I answer, “Just one. He holds the bulb and waits for the world to revolve around him…..”
“Wake up sweetie. It’s your 18th birthday!” Kathy says to her daughter.
“Aww. Do I have to?” says Kristal as she crawls out of bed.
“Here, take this card Kris. I bought it just for you,” her mother says. Kristal snatches the card.
“Ahhhhhh!” Kristal tosses the card and quickly escapes out of her room.
“Hmm…..what’s gotten into her?” Kathy says as she places the card on the dresser.
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