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A Trip to Publix (One of Many)

A few days ago, I went to Publix, our favorite supermarket.  My husband used to go there quite regularly and did all the shopping and planned our meals around what was on sale.  I used to chide him about how often he went there.  Now, I understand!  Publix’s motto is:  “Where shopping is a pleasure.”  The one nearest is only 1/4 of a mile.

One of the items I bought was a canteloupe.  BAD CHOICE.  As usual, I left it on the counter to “ripen.”  Yesterday, I cut it in half in preparation for cutting chunks.  I really was looking forward to having that for several days.  Love fruit, and started getting tired of the canned mandarin orange sections I usually have.  Don’t get me wrong – I love mandarin oranges, but it can get tiresome after a week and a half of nothing but that when I wanted fruit.

So, back to the canteloupe:  it looked OK, but I smelled it anyway – that is the real TEST!  Good thing my olfactory machinery was working up to its high standard.  Only needed half a sniff.  Wrapped it up and back it went today.

Now, all this is leading up to the real reason of today’s post.  I can get carried away sometimes.  Just ask my sister and daughter!

While at the customer service counter, returning the canteloupe, there was a woman behind me, waiting her turn.  A man happened to ask where some coupons were, and the clerk pointed over to the opposite wall where they were lined up in a promotional stand.  He thanked the clerk and went away.  The woman behind me made some remark about “some people can’t see what’s in front of them.”  She was having a negative day, alright.

Well, I turned to her and chatted up about everybody has days where they can’t see what’s in front of them.  I said, “Haven’t you ever opened up your refrigerator and couldn’t find what it was you were looking for, and then, all of a sudden, you could kick yourself because it was there right in front of your nose?”  She forced herself to agree with me.  Then I told her about an incident when my husband was complaining that he couldn’t find his glasses, and I heard him going from room to room.  Finally, he came into the kitchen where I was, and I looked at him and burst out laughing.  He was wearing them!  Well, I made the woman smile.

And you know what?  My whole attitude changed.  No more being annoyed about the canteloupe and having to make the extra trip to Publix.  I had a few more things to buy in the store (more fruit), and everywhere I went, I was smiling and chatting up with people.  It felt great.