06-29-2022, 08:07 PM
I am drawn to broken things like a moth is to flames.
I was at a medical facility today. I saw a group of people at the coffee machine and I could tell something was wrong.
After ease dropping for a bit, I figured out they did not know how to operate the machine.
A worker came by, and they asked her to help. She looked at the machine and told them that it was not working because something had to be done to the machine to make it work, and she did not know what to do.
She told them there was another machine on the other side of the building. Three of the people were too old to make it to the other side and back before their names were called for their appointments, so they did not go.
Now this is where my idiosyncrasy kicks in. The moment I heard someone say , "the machine is not working", I was on high alert.
A broken machine, is my greatest joy, especially if it does not belong to me. So of course I had to take a look at it.
I was not familiar with the machine, but it did not take too long to figure out the problem.
As soon as I got the machine working, it was found out there was no creamer. I could not leave them in a lurch. So I checked the cabinets. All empty. So I walked to the other side, checked the cabinets and found the stash, and brought creamer back to the other side.
Of course they all were happy to have their coffee and cream. I was happy that I was able to be of assistance, and to rescue another machine. One asked me if I worked there. I told her no, just a visitor. She said, "Too bad." "They should hire you."
I can't save them all, but I was able to save that one.
I was at a medical facility today. I saw a group of people at the coffee machine and I could tell something was wrong.
After ease dropping for a bit, I figured out they did not know how to operate the machine.
A worker came by, and they asked her to help. She looked at the machine and told them that it was not working because something had to be done to the machine to make it work, and she did not know what to do.
She told them there was another machine on the other side of the building. Three of the people were too old to make it to the other side and back before their names were called for their appointments, so they did not go.
Now this is where my idiosyncrasy kicks in. The moment I heard someone say , "the machine is not working", I was on high alert.
A broken machine, is my greatest joy, especially if it does not belong to me. So of course I had to take a look at it.
I was not familiar with the machine, but it did not take too long to figure out the problem.
As soon as I got the machine working, it was found out there was no creamer. I could not leave them in a lurch. So I checked the cabinets. All empty. So I walked to the other side, checked the cabinets and found the stash, and brought creamer back to the other side.
Of course they all were happy to have their coffee and cream. I was happy that I was able to be of assistance, and to rescue another machine. One asked me if I worked there. I told her no, just a visitor. She said, "Too bad." "They should hire you."
I can't save them all, but I was able to save that one.
For every one person that read this post. About 7.99 billion have not.
Yet I still post.
