ReflectionPerspective

A checkbox

A moment of irritation at a service counter turns into a lesson about the invisible systems behind every interaction.

Someone at the counter asked me a question with an obvious answer.
I felt offended. Slightly insulted.

Like they hadn't been paying attention.
Like they thought I was an idiot.

Then I walked away and it hit me.
They weren't asking because they needed to know.
They were asking because their screen wouldn't let them move on without it.

A dropdown. A required field. An audit trail.

The question was never for them.
It was never really for me either.

I got offended by a checkbox.
The only person who made it personal was me.

A checkbox { Reflections | Liam Barr }