Elevated Color Code
I am addressing the young white woman with stringy colorless hair & a face as devoid as her hair wearing a cashier’s uniform. “Excuse me” I repeat to make sure I really have her attention. “The color alert you have in front of the building?” I point toward the entrance where the sign is hanging “the color alert is wrong – it has been elevated.”
She searches in the direction of my point & says “it has?” “Yes, of course, it’s been elevated to Pink. It is no longer Yellow.” I insist.
“Well, where is it?” she queries.
“Over the door there – it says yellow but we are in Pink for Peace.”
“Hmmmm” she says still devoid of commitment to any emotion.
“Well do you think you can fix it?” I ask “folks are going to get confused.”
“I’ll have to speak to the manager about it” she says in a monotone that only slightly
livens when I ask if I can speak to her. No, he is in the back room & they are not allowed to bother him in there.
Off I go to the next Flying J about 40 miles down the road.