Sometimes I Wish I was a Scrub by Francisco Saenz

Winters here in Michigan can be long and hard.  Last winter was no exception, we got tons of snow.  So one morning (I think it was January) I walked into one of our daily team meetings and I was informed that a certain shipment, sent by one of our suppliers, was “lost” in transit and that a replacement order was being placed immediately by one of our merchants in order to avoid any service issues.  The replacement order came in and orders went out as usual.  But as a few days went by we received a call from the transportation company in charge of delivering the “lost” shipment.  They informed us that due to some system error the shipment had been routed to the wrong destination and that at that moment our scrubs were sitting in Honolulu.  Yes, as in the beautiful, warm island!  Man, sometimes I just wish I was a scrub!