So we were getting ready to eat dinner and Booga and his father and I were holding hands saying grace over dinner and when Booga was done eating dinner he turned to his father and said, "You're holding my hand, you sly devil."
I know-but I guess you would have to be there.
Booga had an IEP (Independent Educational Program) meeting at his high school, and I had to pay on my layaway at K-Mart, and wash an oversized duvet that I had meant to wash for days. Now, I hadn't had the time nor the inclination-since the nearest town with a laundry mat is quite the drive and the duvet was too big to wash in my washer. And since I needed to make the payment at K-Mart I decided to do it after the IEP-killing a few birds with one stone as it were.
I put the duvet in the washer, popped in my coins, put in my detergent, set the timer and left it to wash in the laundry mat.
(No, I'm not crazy….Okay, I figure anyone who steals that duvet needs it more than I do….And good luck washing the thing when it gets dirty because there is three alternatives when washing that thing.
Expensive.
Even more expensive.
And washing it by hand.
No good way around it.
I had been sick when it was on the bed and I didn't need to spread the wealth of germs to other people in the house.
However, I digress.)
I got in the car and went to K-Mart.
I am not a K-Mart person. I do not care for K-Mart, I use to work at a K-Mart, however, they do have a great layaway and sadly Wal-Mart does not, so, here we are.
I went and paid on my layaway and decided that I needed some rubber gloves so my hands aren't so utterly soiled when I cut up chicken or had to handle turkey. So I went into the pharmacy and picked up a box of expensive (they're six dollars and something….SIX DOLLARS FOR SOMETHING I'M GOING TO THROW AWAY!)
rubber gloves and went up to the check out.
I weighed my options carefully because this particular K-Mart is not the most organized thing in the world. The checkout's had tons of crap in front of them, and they were hard to get to…There is stuff just beyond the check out's that hide more stuff that is behind another wall.
You just kind of go, "What?" and shake your head and squint your eyes in amazement at this K-Mart.
And so I decided to get behind this woman in a motorized wheel chair with a flu mask on her face.
This is not odd. Not in a town with a flu epidemic going on. People with disabilities and special medical problems go around with those masks on and believe some how that this helps them from getting sick.
I listened to the conversation between the check out girl and the woman in front of me as I do most of the time when I am standing in line at the check out.
I heard what I thought was her saying that she had been sick with "the mumps".
You don't hear about it often.
Most people under the age of thirty are immunized for mumps as babies. Unless they are my age and never had immunizations for it or they had a relative that believed that tripe that immunizations are the case of Autism and won't immunize their child. Then they end up getting and giving mumps to someone who's never been immunized. SO it isn't unthinkable….
I found my mind wandering a bit while I was watching her check out…I was looking at the motorized chair and wondering what kind of illness or disability lead her to be wheel chair bound. She wasn't mentally disabled. It could be neurological or possibly to do with a growth deficiency and bone growth or density, leading to her being in a wheel chair….Maybe an auto accident or accident when she was a child?
(These are all things I think about when I am in line and watching someone else speaking to the checkout person. I'm looking at their coat and checking out their hand bag and looking at the person they're with -if they're with someone- and looking at their hair cut. Sometimes I don't even look at them and I look at the idiocy on the fronts of popular magazines, seeing if I have that "Martha Stewart Living" magazine and checking out what little do dad's might be hanging out at the checkout waiting to be last minute purchases….)
Despite the fact that she was in a wheel chair she stretched and yawned and wiggled her stripped sock clad feet and talked about how she couldn't be around her nephew, and how her mother was stunned she was tired because she had slept for three weeks, and how she couldn't get "it" again now.
(Hua. I had mumps and I didn't sleep all that much, however perhaps it affects people differently).
Suddenly I heard myself ask out loud, "So what did you have?"
"Swine flu!" She said gleefully through the mask. "I had Swine flu for three weeks!"
The checkout girl and I exchanged a horrified glance.
The poor checkout girl.
You have to be nice no matter what when you're a check out girl.
So when I got up there to check out. Which I hesitated to do since I would have to touch things that Swine flu Sweetie touched, I looked at the check out girl and asked, "Would you like to dip yourself in hand sanitizer?"
"Yes." She answered quickly.
Then I went on to say how I felt about this woman exposing her Swine Flu-self to everyone! And what nerve this person had and I thought, 'Thank God Booga's immunized in case I get it.'
And then I thought, 'She didn't know us, and what if either one of us- the check out girl, or myself- had been just a few weeks pregnant….It could kill us, just because this woman needed to get out and go to K-Mart; and why couldn't she had gotten her mother or someone to get her things, why did she have to go out and get them?'
I picked up my clean duvet and drove home. When I got there, I hand sanitized every stinking thing in my car. I sprayed the car when I got home. I sprayed my purse, the inside of my purse, the inside of my wallet, the receipt. I sprayed my shirt and pants and put my jacket down the laundry shoot.
What the heck was that woman thinking? How thoughtless.
I am still going, 'What the heck?' over that one.
Still I am praising God that Booga has the immunization against "the swine".
A sick Booga is not a good Booga.
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