I brought a box of Clear Eyes to the cashier at Rite Aid, tears streaming down the left side of my face.
"Hi, how are you today?" the cashier said with a smile.
"I'm okay, you?" I answered.
"I'm doing just fine. It sure is beautiful outside today."
"Yes, it is."
"Are you a Rite Aid Wellness Rewards member?"
"No." (Actually I am. In fact, I am a free rewards member of nearly every store I have ever been to. But I wanted to speed the process along, as I was tweaking for my drops).
The cashier looked at my puffy face, my eye swollen half shut. "Would you like to sign up to become a Wellness Rewards member?"
"Just give me the goods!" I wanted to yell. Instead I said, "No, thank you for asking though."
|"Sure! I've been meaning to sign up for a Wellness card. |
Now seems like as good a time as any."
I drove to Immediate Care, awkwardly, as my depth perception wasn't optimal. The clerk at the front desk set a simple 3 question form in front of me. The first question asked about my race. I glanced down and saw a choice that said "white, nonhispanic" and I checked it confidently. The clerk stared at me with a smirk, so I looked back at the form and saw "Caucasian" listed as the top option.
"It asks which race I identify with the most," I said, justifying my choice instead of changing it. Anyway, I am white, and I'm not hispanic. It was like taking the bar exam all over again. Several answers are correct, but which is the most correct?
The doctor irrigated my eye and did a dye test to check for scratches. There was a scratch, and I was given some antibiotic ointment and numbing eye drops, and sent on my merry way. You will be happy to know that my prognosis is good.
Also, Matt finished installing the doorknob for me because he is my big brother and he is awesome.