Last week, I was having a day at work I could have done without. Crab cakes do not normally bother me, but they smelled particularly fishy and I was having a hard time dealing with them. Although the smell was an overwhelming, it was a minor issue. The pain, as it almost always does, got worse as the day wore on. Normally, I can push through this, but I went into a flare by the end of the day.
Towards the end of the day, a nurse, who happened to have Lyme disease. She saw my expression, and she did not buy my usual statement that I’ll be all right eventually. I eventually told her why I was feeling pain. It might have ended there, but if it had ended there, the story would have been unremarkable.
About twenty seconds later after the first customer came to my stand at Sam’s Club, another customer came. She had worked at the store before. The new customer started to give me unwanted advice about how to do my job, including when to put things in the oven. I had said, in her presence, more than ones, that I needed to go sit down for a while. The new concerned-for-my-job customer would not shut up however, even as I clearly packed things away, in an attempt to single that I was going off the retail floor..
Because I was trying to be polite, I said nothing. Eventually, it was the nurse who spoke up and said, “Ma’am, she’s not feeling well, why don’t you giver her a break?”
The helpful customer replied, “If she’s not feeling sick, why doesn't she stay home?”
To which the nurse replied, “It’s not an illness, it’s a condition.”
I think the debate continued for a few seconds more, but I was able to get off the floor and sit down for a few minutes.
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