One of the girls called in sick this morning and I had to go into work on a Saturday. I manned a register and checked people out. We have a new system were everyone must sign on an electronic pad for their prescriptions. It is rather convoluted.
"You sure are groggy this morning," dad said when I first walked in.
"It is my medications," I told him.
He smelled my breath for alcohol anyway.
It took till noon for my grogginess to wear off. The empty chair in front of the store looked so inviting for nap. I was really dragging my feet today. I felt better, though. Better than I have all week and was pleased to be able to have something to do that was productive.
As I was leaving to escape to my car, dad grabbed my shoulder and said, "Your utility bill was only $125 this month. I am very proud of you for keeping costs down." I beamed with pride. As old as I am, anything positive as in a positive affirmation from my father means so much to me.