Tuesday, October 14, 2014
On Friday I bribed my daughter with a Jamba Juice so she would agree to go to one of the local pharmacies and get flu shots. We had to wait a little too long for the pharmacy tech to come out and then I had a bout of panic when I saw that he was not unwrapping new needles. I of course questioned this, which bugged him, but he then showed me how a retractable needle works. Still, I was left uncomfortable because he acted like a rude jerk.
The lady was sweet about it and only seemed mildly distracted as she tried to continue business with the employee. I overheard her mention that her husband had died a week ago and I then felt a little bad about us oohing and aahing over her dog. My concern turned to relief when she mentioned that it was probably good for him to get all of this extra attention.
Skirt: Peter Som for Kohls. Last spring/summer.
Shirt: August Silk from Marshalls, about three years old.
Shoes: Payless brown Montego Bay Club wedges, about four years old.