Putting someone in their place.
So before you go any further, you should know this is NOT a post about PC going off on somebody and giving them a royal dressing down. I might get away with that if I signed my own paycheck, but since I dont, I have to be nice! hahaha
Everybody has a place…a “mental” place so to say that people associate each other with. For the bulk of the people I come in contact with daily, MY place is the pharmacy…in a white coat…behind a counter, so that all they ever see of me is PC: white coat: white shirt: hair in pony tail: waist up. My predominant places are church, golf, work, family. When I see customers away from the pharmacy and in the community, sometimes they are confused. I get that ” I recognize you, but where?” look. If they have been my customer long enough, its a no-brainer. They know me. I always try to say hello and if they seem confused I will help them out..” its PC from the pharmacy” Occasionally I have people whose lives intersect my “places”. I have people who attend my church and fill their rx at PC Pharmacy. I have some that I golf with that also attend my church. I have a very small group that actually intersect 3 of them: attend my church, golf with me and use my pharmacy. Its a triple play! I have no family for a thousand miles, so nobody intersects!
Recently I attended a concert in the community where I live. It was part of a summer concert series and featured a renowned organist and it was held at my church that happened to be about a quarter mile from my work. It was a packed house. As we shuffled out at its conclusion, I recognized many people, but one man came up to us and was talking to Mr Chick. I knew this man, but my mental file cabinet was all out of whack. He wasn’t a customer. I had never played golf with him, and I don’t remember ever seeing him at the church….
After he bid adieu I asked hubby ” who is that?”. He said “That is Bill Williams”. ( uh ok…keep going) “He is the marshall at the golf course and comes to our church, but we never see him because he comes Sundays, and we go Saturdays”.
CLICK…WHIRRR…it snapped into place. Or more correctly, HE snapped into place. Of course I know Bill. He just didn’t fit into place since I had never seen him in THIS venue. Had I seen him in his golf cart, it would have made perfect sense.
Funny how our brain works.