You
see all sorts in my line of work. I service those drinks machines
in waiting rooms, the sort that sell you a small drink in a brown
plastic cup that's too hot to hold. It's not a bad job really, I get
to travel, run my own day, meet people.
Sometimes
there's dozens of people there and sometimes not a soul about. It's
rare I see the same people twice, although sometimes the girls on
receptions might last for a few visits. There's one place where the
old gal has been there as long as I've been doing my round, which is
7 years now. Nice she is too, is Doris. We usually have a chat and
she'll ask about my kids and I'll ask about her grand kids. Pictures
out, comparing stories and who does best at school.
Oh and
there's Carl in the tyre place, he's been around a few years too. He
started as an apprentice and now he's one of the best mechanics
there. He does my van when it wants looking at and only ever charges
me cost price. Bet he doesn't tell that boss of his, grumpy
bugger that he is. Me and Carl usually talk about football or girls,
although his missus is having a baby so sometimes we talk about
family stuff.
The
worst is when I have to go into hospital waiting rooms, especially
those on serious wards. There's a lot of crying and fretting goes on
in some of those. If I have time I wait until they've gone, but
sometimes I'm in a rush and I have to work there with people waiting.
I try to think of it as providing a service but sometimes I just
feel like I'm getting in the way. Once I was arm-deep in a machine
and a doctor came in for one of those dreaded conversations. I
couldn't wait to get out of there. I was glad that I could, unlike
the poor family.
I even
got a date out of a visit once. Carl had his sister call in for a
chat when I was doing a 6-monthly clean and refit. Jenny had just
split up with her fella and I'd be single a while, so we went out a
few times, nothing serious.
I was
telling Doris all about it over a cup of tea. A proper one in a mug
though, not one of those nasty ones you get from a machine.
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