The Americans

I went to CVS yesterday to renew my heart pills and there was a huge line at the counter. It seem that they a new clerk who was a tribesman who barely spoke English and had tribal scars on his face like Seal. You could not understand what the hell he was saying because his accent was so thick that it was incomprehensible. Just the person you want in charge of getting you the right medication.

Usually you walk in and out. There would be at most three people in front of you. Here there were ten and it was an ordeal for every person to get their medication. Two people in front of me was an elderly neighbor of mine. He is about eighty five and a vet of both Korea and Vietnam. He is a little slow these days but still has all of his marbles. When he got to the counter there was a big problem. The clerk couldn't understand his name and became increasing nasty in a accent that we couldn't understand. I had to intervene. I asked my neighbor what he was there for and told the guy behind the counter but he just couldn't follow it or get it done. It got bad. The pharmacist had to rush over to take over. He is Korean with his own accent but at least you can sort of communicate with him. Nobody who works in this CVS is a native American. We got Nino his pills and sent him on his way.

It just makes you think.