I’m in the grocery store this afternoon waiting in line and the cashier, a young guy in his early twenties, keeps making mistakes. I hear him over and over blaming his ineptness on distractions. Too many distractions all over the place.
So my turn comes and I do everything in my power to stay quiet and not do anything to take his focus off his task. I’m practically invisible and so is everyone else. It was like we were all holding our collective breath, making sure the guy doesn’t screw up. And then…
You know those little plastic dividers they you can put between your order and the next guy’s on the conveyor belt? I watched the cashier come to the end of my order, pick up and move the divider, and start ringing the next customer’s order up with mine.
Whatever distractions that cashier has, they’re all in his noggin.
Isabella Morgan 