So I'm going into the Kangaroo store (which most people still call The Pantry) on Madison Street at Deery shortly after 5:30 a.m. Tuesday.
I'm bleary-eyed, half asleep (I'm not a morning person) and getting my supply of work caffeine for the next few days.
The clerk, bright-eyed and wide awake, talks to me and wishes me a good morning/day. I appreciated that. Those warm feelings are exactly what we all need in the early-morning, pre-sunrise hours of a cold winter's day.
We've got quite a few friendly store clerks around Shelbyville, and the good ones make up for the grouchy few such as a woman a few years ago who got tired of working, simply locked up the store and disappeared.
Those who wait on the masses -- convenience store clerks, waitresses, Wal-Mart greeters and others in similar positions -- deserve far more thanks than they get. Too many times I hear, "It's their job, they're supposed to do it," from higher-paid supervisor types who have developed an attitude to go with their authority.
But there's a difference between simply doing it and doing it with a smile and some good words.
Those who put something a little extra into their jobs deserve some thanks in return.