Mar 14, 2010
I am invisible.
I know this because I walked into the eye's doctor's office the other day and waited at the front desk for the receptionist to appear and greet me. After a couple of minutes two, then three, of the staff walked right past me without saying a word. A minute later they walked right past me again, too involved with the Great Battery Hunt to acknowledge my presence.
A few minutes later (or maybe just two - waiting seems like forever) I stood there still, growing a little more impatient, and someone came in through the door behind me. "We'll be with you in a minute," I heard a voice yell from the back.
(More gabbing from around the corner.) Finally a woman came out and looked at the lady standing behind me and said "May I help you with something?" I felt my ears get warm, and then I blurted out the most immature phrase I could, "Hey, I was here first."
Sweet smile apologized and took my glasses while I waited. And waited. The lady who had come in behind me finally took a seat. But, good Lord, you should have heard the screams of delight when the FedEx man walked in with a special Saturday delivery! Four women in tacky looking smocks swarmed him like a bunch of bees on a honey hive.
Someone has been trying to sabotage my Happiness Project. Why are they harshing my marshmallow?