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.