Drowsy at the Drugstore

Another priceless service industry encounter today at the local pharmacy. The place was pretty much empty on a Sunday afternoon, so I leisurely strolled through the aisles finding all my items and then made my way to the register where I was the first in line to be waited upon. Little did I know that I was about to be greeted by a cashier I'd like to call Drowsy, a close relative of one of the Seven Dwarfs. For the next five minutes while she rang up my order, she must have told her colleague at least two dozen times, "I am so tired. I can't do this anymore. I just want to go to sleep." It became so annoying that I was about to start ringing up my purchases by myself. Do I really need to know that you didn't get enough sleep last night and the very thought of interacting with the public bores you to death? I think not. If you're that tired, then get yourself a can of coke or take a break. Trust me, the last thing a customer wants to hear is that you don't feel like waiting on anyone because, you're too darn sleepy. I'm pretty much running on fumes since my son slept in my bed last night, yet I still went food shopping, hit the gym, ran some more errands, returned a few blackberry emails and broke up several fights and it's only 4:30 pm. So honey, spare me the "I'm so sleepy routine" until you have kids too!