Good morning!Last Monday started out like any other. Sitting in our kitchen and digging into my overnight oats, I hear “Oh my gosh!” come from our home office.“Dave! Wait until you hear this!”After finishing the Columbus Dispatch online, my wife had been reading a FB post from one of her grad school friends.“L.G. was shopping at a Meijer in Indianapolis (Midwestern supermarket) yesterday afternoon when they made an announcement.‘We have 12 vaccine doses that are going to go bad by 3 o’clock. If you are interested in receiving the COVID 19 vaccine, please report to the pharmacy now.” “She posted a vaccine selfie!”Let me provide a little background.My wife is married to a healthcare worker that was fortunate enough to receive his vaccine already. Like so many who’ve not yet been vaccinated, she has ants in her pants. They’re slow ants, she knows she will be one of the last to get the shot. She’s 21.Kidding. But, she does have a lot of people in front of her. The following morning (Tuesday) started out like any other before work. I was digging into my overnight oats, when I hear, “Do you want anything from the store? I’m going to head over now.”“Just oats and almond milk. Thank you, sweetheart” I say.Sometimes I call her sweetheart.Fast forward to me arriving back home after an exhaustive day as a cardiologist.  It’s just me and the pups.“Mom’s still at the store,” our oldest poodle, Phoebe, says.“Ok, good I’ll go surprise her. She must have a lot of treats lined up for us if she’s been at the grocery for 13 hours!” Our younger poodle, Henry, nods his head rapidly in agreement and you can see a little drool off the right corner of his mouth.Meijer is just around the corner, but it’s big, and I finally find Krissy in the Floral Department. She’s sitting in a lawn chair she must’ve dragged over from the Garden/Home Dept.“Mrs. Sulcher, would you like these wrapped like the ones from this morning?”, the florist asks.“Honey, what’s going on?”Sometimes I call her honey.“Oh, not much. How was work?”She doesn’t always say ‘sweetheart’ or ‘honey’.“You’re buying flowers for the pharmacist, aren’t you?”“The doughnuts and flowers from this am didn’t work”“Did you try beer?”, I joked.“I guess they’re not allowed to accept that while they’re clocked in,” she responded knowingly.“Get in the car, Junior” I never call her Junior. |
