A big thank you to the scantily clad couple behind me in line last night at the grocery store that rushed me through the self checkout line. I know, it probably wasn’t obvious that I was sick judging by the fact that my face was flushed and I was wearing a sweatshirt in the South on the first day of July. The food (or lack thereof) that I purchased probably also wasn’t a key indicator that I was sick.
I can assure you that the reason I was going slow wasn’t because I was on the phone discussing being sick with my mom, but because you were breathing down my neck, instead of waiting patiently for one of the three other self checkout lines to become open.
I hope and pray that you no one you love ever becomes diagnosed with a chronic illness or that any of your loved ones become entangled in an abusive relationship. And if for some reason they do, I hope that no impatient jackasses get behind them in line and make them feel pressured to get off of the phone, when all they crave each day is hearing that loved one’s voice and knowing that in that moment, that person is okay.
I hope that there was a genuinely good reason for your behavior, when all you needed to check out were two bags of dog food and a case of Mountain Dew. I pray that whatever your emergency was that caused you to act like that towards me turned out okay.
Kindness. It goes a long way.