If you read the official heralding of the new academic year via The Wilton Bulletin’s welcoming of the new Warrior Words columnists, you would’ve read that in my spare time I work as a beta product tester at Peachwave and as a student alliance leader at a college search engine startup called CollegeFactual. While my job responsibilities at Peachwave did occasionally include testing some questionable products, my official title was cashier. I do my beta testing with CollegeFactual, no edibles involved. Fun mistake — my friends all got quite a laugh out of picturing me in the back kitchen of Peachwave, blindfolded, hard hat and hair net adorned, tasting some Mystery Flavor next to a clipboard-bearing Peachwave scientist. Unfortunately, Peachwave Wilton has been closed for a few weeks now and my cashiering/beta-froyo-flavor-sampling abilities have grown rusty (please contact me if you know an open position for the latter).
Sometimes if there’s a few cents left over on a gift card after it’s swiped, the customer gives the gift card to the cashier to then throw out or give to the next customer. One day in early August, a father and daughter duo paid with a gift card, and ended up having 97 cents left over, which they kindly gave to me. Ninety-seven cents is big bucks when it comes to frozen yogurt. The recipient of this gift would be lucky. Sadly, I was the bestower of this gift, and I accidentally skipped the next sequential customer, who should have been the rightful owner of the 97 cents. It became my task to find someone morally deserving of this treat. I passed up on two families with small children. I passed up on some middle schoolers. I passed up on one woman who tipped me a few dollars, which made me feel guilty that I hadn’t given it to her. The 97 cents plagued me; I took it as seriously as if I was picking an adoptive family for my chinchilla. For a full hour I observed, reviewed, doubted. It was paralyzing. I didn’t end up giving the 97 cents to anyone. My shift ended. Metaphor or me being overly analytical? Make of it what you will.