This morning on the way to work, I got myself stressed out, I was trying to call my husband and for about a little over a mile and half I did not have cell service….I was not happy at all and frustrated because of it.
I had no idea what to think; did we forget to pay the bill…then I thought well sure this would happen to me, because why wouldn't it.
I kept on driving, and at a red light I shut down the phone then I restarted the darn thing – afterwards I was able to call hubby and told him what happened - he assured me that we did in fact pay the bill and it must have been a freaky thing.
Fine it was a freaky thing ...but it seems like I’m always dealing with freaky things.
This weekend I needed to go to Dollar Tree Store, I needed a card; I picked up a candle, some hair stuff for Miss Amelia, and post-it’s for me.
On a side note, I get two magazine subscriptions mailed to the house they are piling up on my desk and would like them organized and stored neatly. I need magazine racks, or folders or files whatever they are called. I noticed at the store, they have these types of boxes that hold things like coloring books and calendars; I thought, if they are throwing them away perhaps I can get a couple or maybe they would hold them for me and I will come back for them.
Once I got up to the counter I placed my items on the belt and asked the cashier if I can speak to the manager, she called the manager and proceeded to ring me up. As the cashier was ringing up the items, I asked the store manager about the boxes and if they can save me a few, I will pick them up when they are available.
I was just about to say, unless you can give me a couple right now, but I was interrupted by the next customer on line.
“Excuse me lady but I have to go pick up my son!”
“What?” I turned only to see this grown man, holding a bunch of balloons, yelling at me.” The cashier had just finished ringing up the items. I have no idea where he came from; he wasn't there when the manager came to see me, no one was behind me.
I quickly made my way to pay for my things and ended the conversation with the manager.
I was shaking inside…again, it was freaky, I feel that I am a considerate person, especially out in public.
Sadly I know how he feels, I have been the person waiting on line because the person in front of me was asking a question or just being annoying; I've also had a person cut the line at Target’s customer/returns and didn't say a word.
Yet this was not right because if I had known he was there I would have not spoken to the manager at the register… I would have spoken to her after I was rung up.
I said to him while paying, well I have to go pick up my son too, you know we all have somewhere to go, and we all have things to do; I am so sorry I was in your way …we all have lives and work hard too. So next time you have a need to express your impatience, a little compassion goes a long way, especially when you should have allotted some more time.
By this time, I was done with my transaction; and I said to him
“Consider yourself lucky for getting on the same line as me.”
Then I told the cashier to have a nice day and thanked her, as I was leaving.