Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Trader Joe's comes through again, a beacon of hope in the night, and their tissue speaks to me
It began innocently enough -- a little tickle in my throat. I hardly noticed it. Then there was a bit of scratchiness way at the back. I popped a cough drop and it went away. A little later I noticed that my eyes were more sensitive to the light. They teared up for no reason, and the tears wouldn't stop running. Pretty soon my nose was dripping too -- first a trickle, and then a torrent. I was going through half a box of tissue an hour, and night was approaching. It looked as if we might run out. Usually we stock up on good deals at Woodman's or Walgreens, but they were too far away. There was just one way to replenish our stockpile and tide me over till morning, beckoning like a beacon of hope in the night -- Trader Joe's.
Did Trader Joe's even carry tissue, I wondered. I'd never seen any, although I hadn't looked, either. I asked a clerk, and he pointed me in the right direction. The shelf he indicated had a couple empty-looking rows, and for an instant I despaired. But there was one last, dented and partially crumpled box of house brand tissue way at the back (apparently there were lots of other people in the neighborhood with colds). I seized my prize -- the very last box -- and checked out.
It wasn't till I got home that I realized that each side of the boutique-size box of tissue was speaking to me. Each had a written message, lovingly hand-signed by my new friend, Tissue: "I'm there when you need to pick up icky things." "I'm there when you're sick." "I'm there when you're sad." "I'm there when you run out of toilet paper."
I knew then I'd get better soon, because Tissue was on my side. Tissue cared.