A Dollop of Daisy

As greeter, every day I get that one customer that makes my shift worthwhile. I love people that are out of the ordinary-just a little spicy and unexpected from the norm. When “Daisy” asked me where the key chains were, I said I thought they would be somewhere around jewelry.

Daisy said she’d been there with no luck. I sent her to guest services, where we both discovered key chain were in automotive as well as an aisle nearby. What Daisy finally ended up with was the type of thing that hangs from one’s neck to hold a work ID.

Daisy was using it to hold her zip drive of recipes she kept losing. (I was happy to find out the recipes were backed up on her computer hard drive.) Daisy finally decided to put zip drive necklace around her driver’s side mirror. I told her I thought it was against the law to do that. She said that was great. She’d be in good in good company with all the other lawbreakers who did it.   

For the next half an hour, we chatted, and were occasionally interrupted by the customers that needed my help. Daisy told me about her adult two sons. (She never gave either son a name). The oldest was called “the bad son.” The youngest was known as “the good son.”

I was a little taken back with these nicknames. I tried to verify with Daisy that she loved both of her sons equally. She assured me she didn’t. (Internally, I smiled at Daisy’s honesty.) Daisy told me about the time “the bad son” (an adult by then) chose to tell her on her birthday that he was going to ride a train from nearby Eastside to some location. As there were only freight trains in that city, Daisy knew her son was choosing to be a professional hobo for a while.

The “the bad son” now lives out of state. Daisy came to stay with him for several weeks. Her second floor room had no bathroom (on first floor), and was accessed by treacherous, narrow stairs her cane had difficulty with.

Daisy was having difficulty finding much of the stuff on her grocery list. I suggested going back to look for it. Instead, she decided to go somewhere else to find what she needed. “The good son” lived close to Easton. I suggested Bed, Bath, and Beyond for the pineapple slicer she was looking for. I was sure they would have it.

When I asked Daisy if she wished she had a daughter. Her answer went something like this, “Absolutely not. They are too much drama and fuss.” Unique individuals can add a different perspective to one’s life. Don’t be afraid to add some human zest into your world. You might just like it.