Hoping to retrieve my wandering mind
Stop the merrygo-round; I just fell off. The last time I saw my mind it was wandering around lost as a goose in tall grass. I’m not sure when it all began; I didn’t even notice it was gone until sometime last week. It was the day I posted a note on Facebook about how good it was to see a friend at one of the gatherings I attended. The friend responded saying she wasn’t at that gathering.
Things went downhill from there. For the first time ever, I sent an email along with an attachment that I meant to send to a different friend. His email address is above the one for which it was intended. Lucky guy. I’m sure he was ROTFLOL. My poor mind was boggled. I was beginning to think a good cry might help.
This mind-wandering thing continued when I responded to a message that a special order I had placed with a local grocery store was in and ready to be picked up. They were so efficient they called me twice to tell me this good news.
When I arrived at the customer service counter a young man who looked to be about 12 years old (these teens look younger every day) asked how he could help me. I told him I was there to pick up my special order. He assured me that I was in the right place and asked my name. Sometimes people don’t understand when I tell them my last name, so I often give them a clue such as: “Heath, like the candy bar.” The young man left to retrieve my order. He quickly returned and asked for my last name again. This time I spelled it for him. He left, but returned emptyhanded, so he asked another clerk for help. She reached under the counter and brought out a binder of special orders and asked, “What candy bar did you order?” I told the young lady I had not ordered candy bars; my order was for some special cough drops. Again, they both looked for my special order. She asked if I had been told my order was there. I assured her I had not only received one but two phone calls.
The young man picked up the phone, looked at me and said, “I’m calling the store manager.” After a brief conversation and a nod, he said he knew where to look this time. After a brief search he returned only to tell me that he didn’t find my order for a special brand of cough drops. I turned away not believing the encounter I had just suffered through. My last words to the two youngsters were, “Thank you. I’ll try back another time.” I left wondering if my mind had failed me, and I hadn’t really placed that special order nor received two phone calls telling me it was ready for pick-up.
I returned the next day only to be greeted by the same young man. He said, “You’re back!” “Yes,” I replied. “I’m back to pick up my order.” He declared it wasn’t there. A young girl overheard the conversation and asked what I had ordered. I informed her about the order, and she went to check on it. She quickly returned with the order in hand inquiring, “Is this it?” “Yes,” I exclaimed. The young man shook his head and said, “But those aren’t cough drops; the box says cough suppressants, and I was looking for a package of cough drops.”
That’s when my mind left me. It’s totally gone. I don’t know where it is at this point, so if you see it wandering around, would you please send it back to me? It may be old and worn, but it’s all I have, and I desperately need it before I fall off the merrygo-round … again.