The cashier at the department store was eager to complete my last minute before Christmas sale.
"I've been here since 4:45." she said.
"Yes, I'm tired and I haven't had anything to eat all day long."
This conversation took place at approximately 2 p.m. and even I, who did 8 years hard time in retail, was appalled by the idea of anyone getting up at such an hour to deal with the general public.
"Here's your earned Store-Bucks which can be used starting the day after Christmas," she offered before attempting to clock out.
I'd somehow, unwittingly earned twenty dollars in store credit and I was being tempted to shop the day after Christmas. They've probably scheduled weary employees to arrive again at 4:45.
I, however, have no desire to spend my Store Bucks the day after Christmas. I'm choosing instead to stay in my pajamas and hand wash crystal stemware in hot sudsy water, somehow finding pleasure in putting things in order.
P.S. I'm in heaven. My mom got me a year's subscription to Smithsonian magazine and the first copy arrived on Christmas eve.