Strains of “Happy Holidays”
drifted through the mall as I walked into Eye Express. Whoever
thought of the term “holiday” for such a bleak time of year?
“Excuse me,” I said to the
gum-popping teenager behind the counter.
She turned around, the phone
cradled to her ear, and said, “Just a minute.”
I waited, growing impatient. I
drummed my fingers on the counter and cleared my throat.
“Excuse me.” I pulled out my
glasses and cleared my throat louder this time.
Holding up her index finger, she
mouthed, “Just a minute, please.”
She did not just stick
her finger up at me!
She hung up the phone. Shaking
her head, she picked up my glasses. “Wow, I ain’t never seen glasses
I rolled my eyes. “And I’ve
never heard the English language that mangled.”