Sunday, May 3, 2020
I am on day three writing about how Friday was a great day to have a great day. I need to backtrack a little bit because when I wrote about seeing one of my favorite bus drivers and a bus acquaintance on my way to my appointment, I forgot I also rode the bus going to the hospital with Ron. My day was so full my brain was overflowing; that fact spilled out. Ron is one of Mountain Metro Transit’s senior ambassadors, and I served with him for a few years on the Transit Passenger Advisory Committee. Ron takes his position seriously and rides the bus probably every day so he can tell other seniors how to get just about anywhere in the city. Ron was featured in a transit commercial and it was nice to catch up for a few minutes.
After my echocardiogram, I rolled out of the hospital to the bus stop. There were a couple of hospital employees sitting on the bench smoking since smoking is not allowed on hospital property. I have seen the hospital smokers congregate on this particular bench many times since I started my cancer journey. It was a beautiful day, so the fact that the employees did not leave once someone who was there to actually catch a bus arrived did not bother me at all. If there had been a breeze blowing their smoke in my face, I would have asked them to move. The air was still, and I do not use the bus bench, so I did not speak other than to say, hello. As I have mentioned before, it is not my job to police what is right or wrong.
I lucked out and the next bus that came by was the one that connects to the bus that drops me by my house. I had already decided since the weather was exceptional and my older daughter, Megan, was watching my younger daughter, Mika, I would stop at Target and OfficeMax for some purchases I had been putting off. I was ready to step back into the real world after seven weeks of staying in my neighborhood other than two wound care appointments.
As the bus neared my stop, I noticed the bank on the corner had four drive-through lanes backed up about eight cars each. I commented on the back up to the driver, and then I remembered it was Friday afternoon and the first of the month. Fortunately, I did not need to go to the bank. There were several cars in the front parking lot, so I thought the bank had decided to reopen the lobby. I was wrong. When I finished my shopping, I noticed a large sign on the bank door. When I rolled closer to the sign, I saw it was a notice stating the lobby was closed. I wonder if my other bank lobby is closed too.
Let us skip back to shopping. I had three items to purchase today: underwear, a medical item, and a shredder. I have mentioned before that I do not like my Target since it was rearranged a couple of years ago and shop there less often. I could make my purchases online; however, I choose to not do so for two reasons. One, my health is not any more precious than the delivery driver’s health. Two, I want my local store to keep employing local people. I knew where both items I planned to purchase were located so I would not be frustrated looking for items. I also decided to check Target’s stock of personal shredders.
As I rolled into Target, I saw a sign noting items they do not have in stock. There were four products check marked as out of stock, and another six or eight products marked with purchase limits. I, of course, was wearing my mask, but as I had seen noted on Facebook posts, most of the other shoppers were not wearing masks. I was in and out very quickly, and do not plan to go back anytime soon. Obviously, Target does not care about my health or the health of their employees. I will spend my money somewhere else.
My piece of advice to you is to embrace the experience. I may not be planning to shop at Target any time soon, but I am glad I went today. I did purchase new underwear and my medical item even though Target did not require customers to wear masks because I appreciated the experience of seeing it firsthand. I did not purchase a shredder, but that story will need to wait.
Until next time,
Susanne
Please check out my GoFundMe page.
I am on day three writing about how Friday was a great day to have a great day. I need to backtrack a little bit because when I wrote about seeing one of my favorite bus drivers and a bus acquaintance on my way to my appointment, I forgot I also rode the bus going to the hospital with Ron. My day was so full my brain was overflowing; that fact spilled out. Ron is one of Mountain Metro Transit’s senior ambassadors, and I served with him for a few years on the Transit Passenger Advisory Committee. Ron takes his position seriously and rides the bus probably every day so he can tell other seniors how to get just about anywhere in the city. Ron was featured in a transit commercial and it was nice to catch up for a few minutes.
After my echocardiogram, I rolled out of the hospital to the bus stop. There were a couple of hospital employees sitting on the bench smoking since smoking is not allowed on hospital property. I have seen the hospital smokers congregate on this particular bench many times since I started my cancer journey. It was a beautiful day, so the fact that the employees did not leave once someone who was there to actually catch a bus arrived did not bother me at all. If there had been a breeze blowing their smoke in my face, I would have asked them to move. The air was still, and I do not use the bus bench, so I did not speak other than to say, hello. As I have mentioned before, it is not my job to police what is right or wrong.
I lucked out and the next bus that came by was the one that connects to the bus that drops me by my house. I had already decided since the weather was exceptional and my older daughter, Megan, was watching my younger daughter, Mika, I would stop at Target and OfficeMax for some purchases I had been putting off. I was ready to step back into the real world after seven weeks of staying in my neighborhood other than two wound care appointments.
As the bus neared my stop, I noticed the bank on the corner had four drive-through lanes backed up about eight cars each. I commented on the back up to the driver, and then I remembered it was Friday afternoon and the first of the month. Fortunately, I did not need to go to the bank. There were several cars in the front parking lot, so I thought the bank had decided to reopen the lobby. I was wrong. When I finished my shopping, I noticed a large sign on the bank door. When I rolled closer to the sign, I saw it was a notice stating the lobby was closed. I wonder if my other bank lobby is closed too.
Let us skip back to shopping. I had three items to purchase today: underwear, a medical item, and a shredder. I have mentioned before that I do not like my Target since it was rearranged a couple of years ago and shop there less often. I could make my purchases online; however, I choose to not do so for two reasons. One, my health is not any more precious than the delivery driver’s health. Two, I want my local store to keep employing local people. I knew where both items I planned to purchase were located so I would not be frustrated looking for items. I also decided to check Target’s stock of personal shredders.
As I rolled into Target, I saw a sign noting items they do not have in stock. There were four products check marked as out of stock, and another six or eight products marked with purchase limits. I, of course, was wearing my mask, but as I had seen noted on Facebook posts, most of the other shoppers were not wearing masks. I was in and out very quickly, and do not plan to go back anytime soon. Obviously, Target does not care about my health or the health of their employees. I will spend my money somewhere else.
My piece of advice to you is to embrace the experience. I may not be planning to shop at Target any time soon, but I am glad I went today. I did purchase new underwear and my medical item even though Target did not require customers to wear masks because I appreciated the experience of seeing it firsthand. I did not purchase a shredder, but that story will need to wait.
Until next time,
Susanne
Please check out my GoFundMe page.