Guest Author: Simone Infantry
Ten days ago I learned a pharmacy delivery contract that I had for almost three years would be ending on 10/30. My first thought was wow 2020 you had to snatch some money from me before you exit huh?! Even though it was supplementary income, it is definitely not the money that I will miss - the daily interaction with my senior customers ages ranging from 65 to 90+. I spent my last week letting them know that after Friday they wouldn't see me anymore especially the ones who are used to seeing me at least three times a week plus even though I had a 6hr window for their deliveries (noon - 6p), they all got their packages by 2p. I also wanted them to be aware that delivery times was changing to 4p thru 9p.
A lot of my favorites were visually upset and were on the ready to call the pharmacy to complain which really touched me. I didn't just deliver their packages. Precovid until my last day...for my less mobile customers, I would clear their mailboxes, bring in any heavy packages that were already at their doors, some would ask me to open their packages for them because arthritis made it difficult or invert the cap because sometimes Rx forgot to. For the more active ones who were sometimes out n about, we had a designated hiding spots for their package.
Days when time availed, I would spend a few extra mins with my faves especially if they lived alone.
They looked out for me as well thru the years. Many times I would be greeted with a ziploc bag containing an ice cold/gatorade water with fruit or fresh baked cookies or a money to buy myself lunch. I will surely miss the welcoming smiles and hugs from fave lil ole ladies.
On my last day I know it was no coincidence that my last two delivery stops were to the senior apartment complex where I had 15 steady customers as well as to the home of my customer who is a double amputee. At the apartment complex when I was headed out, many of my customers happened to be in the common area so I received a whole lotta air hugs and kisses and the comments like, "We are sure gonna miss you roun' here baby" and "We will always pray for your safety on those roads" Needless to say I was crying all the way to my truck.
My final stop was Ms Linda...my double amputee who lives alone. I know for sure I will see her on occasion because in 2019 once I learned thru a convo that she had relatives blocks away but were not reliable. I had her lock my number in and told her she could call me if she ever needed me to run an errand, not to hesitate to call me.
Today feels a lil different knowing that the love I received and truly cherished on a daily is no more.
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