PURTY

15 09 2011

Remember:  Purty is as Purty does!  My Nanma told me that almost every time I left the house when I was growing up.  This was her way of telling me to behave myself, be kind, be nice, and make everyone like me.  I have always appreciated that Purty advice.  It has held in good stead many a day when I wanted to bite someone’s head off.

After all, I am human just like everyone else.  And I get so tired of all the same old, same old bites in this world of today.  For instance, as I have already written in one of my blogs, I got so tired of teachers always telling me at the teacher’s conferences that ‘He could do better if he would just try.’. As far as I was concerned, she was the one who was supposed to make him want to try and if her classsroom was interesting, he definitely would have tried.  But then, I  had to hold my tongue and be Purty once again.  Or else be sent to the principal’s office.

And then the latest instance.  I ordered a medication from the drugstore this past week.  I had an infection come up on my leg and it was a real dilly, so had to have some pretty strong stuff to get rid of it.  I went by the drugstore and the doctor’s office had not called it in yet.  But the druggist wanted to know my date of birth so they would be looking for the prescription when it came in.   I ran some errands and then stopped by at the window once again.  The lady had never heard of any of this and she wanted to know my date of birth.  Then she disappeared from the window and I’m sure took her friends and relatives to lunch before coming back.  Then she informed me that if I wanted to wait, I would have to park in another parking lot and they would let me know when the meds were ready.  I said no thanks and went home to fume for awhile.

Next I called to ask if the medication was ready yet.   That lady had never heard of me either.  She wanted to know my date of birth.  Then she put me on hold and I heard all the advertisements at least once and was going around the second time when she finally came back to the phone.  Then she put me in touch with someone else who might know what I was talking about.  By this time, my leg could have fallen off.  But the lady assured me that they would have the medication ready soon.  So I started up the car once again and made another trip to the drugstore.  Then I had to wait in line behind four other cars.  When the front car didn’t move for a long time, I pulled around and parked and walked into the drug store.  There were about 40 people in front of me, but I guess I looked pitiful so the lady motioned for me to come forward.  By this time, I was ashamed of the way my leg looked and was pretty sure that was the reason I was summoned forward – so they could get rid of me.

After the lady went back into the pharmacy and evidently talked to everyone there, she finally came back and asked me my date of birth once again.  By this time, I was ready to lunge over the counter and tell her my date of birth in case she had not heard it before.  But then a pharmacist appeared with the bottle of pills and I just smiled and acted purty once again.

Then the medication made me feel really bad for the nest 8 days.  Think I’ll just give up, take to my rocking chair and try to be purty for the next 20 years.  Maybe then, someone else will take care of me.  Especially if I’m purty every day.  They might even ask me my date of birth.

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