So, I've been trying to not be snippy and just do something nice every now and again. Last night, I called my husband on the way home from work and he asked me if I was stopping anywhere. I wasn't, but asked what he needed. Beer, of course. He is only home a couple of nights a week, so he deserves to have a few when he wants them.
Reluctantly, I stopped...for beer. I decided to go to a small grocery store, so I could grab some Christmas M&Ms for cookies, sour cream for my chicken tortilla soup leftovers, and grabs some pretzel dippers for Ellie. I browsed the Christmas decor before heading to the one open checkout lane.
There was a lady checking out ahead of me. Smiling as she added Christmas bags to her cart for all the "the kid's toys". I set my odd assortment onto the conveyor belt, complete with an 18 pack of Coors Light. I'm sure I looked like hell....I had a slight black eye from being clocked with a plastic toy, I didn't sleep well the night before thanks to 3 year old feet kicking me in the back/face, and I had just worked a 12 hour shift. I hadn't eating since 1, and it was 8 pm. I was tired.
As the checker finished up scanning her items, and mine groceries were up next, he asked her, are these yours. She took a glance at my purchases, disgustedly said "Oh, NO!" Glanced back at me, I smiled politely, as she pursed her lips and continued with her purchase.
Would it have killed her to smile back? No I wasn't wearing designer boots like hers, and buying over prices Christmas decor. My hair was in a messy bun, and I haven't had it done in God knows how long, I'm sure it looked horrid compared to her perfectly styled hair.
For a few seconds, I let her change the way I felt. I was thinking it over as the checker rang up my groceries, and to add insult to injury, as I handed him my I.D., he stated, "oh, I don't need that." Fair enough. I can laugh that off, he was quite young, and I'm sure I looked every bit of my 32 years. I walked out the my car to see that women loading the last of her purchases into the backseat of her Mercedes.
Good for her. I hope she enjoys the luxuries life has allotted to her. They may be things, I may only dream of, but I pray to God, I never become her and NEVER make anyone feel the way she made me feel in those 5 seconds.