MY BOGGY BLOG: find your way through the murk

An Amazing Buggy Thing

When I go to Target, usually I am just anonymous shopper, filling my cart with whatever is on my list and usually quite a bit more than that. But sometimes when I pick up a prescription at the pharmacy, when a certain dark-haired stocky guy is working the register, I actually get greeted by name. "Hi Theresa, how's it going?" This guy must be incredibly good at names, because usually I only see him there every couple months. It always amazes me, shakes me out of my anonymous-shopper-daze, but it also bugs me a bit. Sometimes I don't want to be recognized and greeted... like today, when I'm in the middle of a funky week that has me going out without even bothering to brush my hair, mostly because of the "I don't give a damn" part of my depression.

It's easier to not give a damn when nobody calls you by name. Sigh!

The sad thing is that I always forget to look at the guy's nametag, so I don't know his name...