Second post this morning....
I am this bunny's lost sister!
II. Cover Me
A couple days ago a young woman, a girl, really, maybe nineteen? was sitting on a chair in BOOK's, nodding out.
This happens sometimes at the store--a person on heroin (synthetic opioids, actually) sits looking dazed, slumps further and further down, almost tips over . . . and then catches themself and sits up again, only to do it all over again.
I usually make sure the person is conscious and leave them alone.
This young person was a little unusual though. I asked her if she was okay.
She startled and said, "I'm just reading this book about osteoporosis."
She was indeed holding a book about osteoporosis that she'd pulled off the shelf, though she wasn't reading it.
Did she want some water?
"Oh, can you do that?"
I went and got her some.
There are so many people addicted to something toxic, as long as the person is conscious, we don't call 911 on them.
Later I checked on her again. "Do you need to go to the doctor?"
"Oh, no. But is it allowed to sit on the couch?"
I helped her carry her backpack over to one of the couches. She looked around confused, "Is this a thrift store?"
It is, I told her. Would she like something to eat?
Again, surprise--"Oh, is that possible?"
All we had in the break room was a pan of peanut-butter rice krispie treats frosted with chocolate that a coworker had made. I brought her a big piece, and she seemed pleased, and thanked me.
She dozed or whatever on the couch a couple hours. "She's on the moon," a customer said. (No one's particularly phased by people nodding out on our furniture.)
I looked it up, and a high lasts about four hours, so I figured she'd be okay by closing time.
I checked on her one more time before I left.
One of my coworkers had wrapped a blanket around her.
