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y Liselotte Erlanger GlozerI was feeling sorry for myself. I felt no one, absolutely noone cared for me. But then I learned that not only had I friendsin far off places, but friends all over.How did I find out? I had bought a new switch for myelectrical clock. Opening it, I found a packing slip which carrieda message. "Hi, I am Ken. I picked and packed this merchandisefor you with care." Ken, thanks a million. I appreciateyour concern! And you certainly made my day!Shortly after I got to know Ken, Gloria entered my life.She was less chummy and more businesslike,as befitted the merchandiseshe had wrapped: a package ofheavy manila envelopes. But neverthelessshe was caring. She statedon a packing slip she hoped I wassatisfied with the way she had packedfor me and asked me to store theenvelopes in a dry place.It was, however, Brenda who went all out in theinterpersonal relationship department: "Hi, I am Brendaand I bagged your groceries for you." She continued to tell methat she had bagged refrigerated items together and would I lether know my order was bagged correctly, because, she added:"I care and I work for you." And all that time I thought sheworked for Safeway!A few months later I bought a washable cloth coffee filter,an ecological gesture to make me feel good. When Iunwrapped it, I was facing an additional bonus: a messagefrom—you won't believe it—Snoopy. He wrote that he hopedeverything was well with me and he told me that I would benefitfrom using the filter as long as I kept it washed and driedafter use. His instructions were valuable and concise. Snoopyhimself, his little paws lifted, his lack of an opposable thumbno hindrance, had packed my filter and sent me instructionsfor its use! It took me awhile to realize that he might not beTHE Snoopy of the comic strip but a human who, for reasonsunknown to me, had assumed this moniker, either as an aliasor a nom de plume. But whoever he was, he had gone out of hisway to greet me and wish me well.But then I made a friend whom I won't be able to forget.An acquaintance sent me, as a Christmas gift in exchangefor a minor favor, a tray of dried California fruit—sort of aninstitutional present. I unpacked it, but before I could removethe last of its many wrappers, I found a slip of paper on whichwas printed a poignant message. Its warmhearted, informaltone made me realize that it was definitely addressed to mepersonally."Packed with pride.I hand-packed this fruit with special care.Myrtle. Packer 24 years."This message brought up a vivid picture ofMyrtle, a role model among packers of amere ten or fifteen years experience. Ina white full-length smock, her hairin a green net (or maybe a surgeon'scap) she stands, has beenstanding for 24 years. Withpride. She is in her late forties,her bosom is falling, so are herarches, the latter an occupational hazard.She smiles at me. I would have liked her to go a bit heavieron the apricots, but I can't complain: she has laid out abeautiful arrangement of dried fruit in concentric circles, fruitoverlapping, glazed with California sunshine and Myrtle'spride. If I knew where she holds forth I would ask her out fora cup of coffee on her next break and thank her, not only forher precise workmanship, but above all, for her message.Just as I was beginning to rely on my friends in far offplaces they disappeared from my life as rapidly as they hadentered it. Some higher (corporate?) power was terminatingthem and supplanting them with numbers. "This merchandisepacked by No. 375." "These parts assembled by No. 128."So what? Who cares? An Orwellian terseness is creeping in andall I can do is plead: Please, oh, please take me off the bridge tothe 21st Century and return me to Mayberry, U.S.A. and myNorman Rockwell illusions.Originally published in the "Mendonesian," 199765