Non-Christian-y Moment ... Ever Have Those?
I was looking at some frosting in the baking aisle when two women came walking down towards us, each with their own carts and subsequently taking up a lot of room. Turns out I decided I didn't want a particular thing of frosting and needed to wait for these two women to slowly pass by so that I could put it back on the shelf. Andy and Elijah were parked not too far away, but was blocking these women's path - at least in their opinion.
Just as I shimmed my way behind the second woman to put the frosting back on the shelf, she said loudly for Andy to hear, "Are we shopping here or are we just standing around?"
Um, wow. That was rude. Now, if you know me, you'd know that I'm not the type to be rude. I'm usually a really nice gal. But, without missing a beat, I replied, "Actually, I've been trying to get around you and he's waiting for me." And then I hightailed it out of the aisle like the coward I am.
And I have to admit I was pretty proud of myself. Andy wanted me to repeat what I had said because it was so uncharacteristic of me. I think he was kind of proud of me too. I mean, it's good to be nice, but sometimes I'm nice to the point of my own detriment. I think there is a balance when it comes to niceness.
But, anyway, I decided that although that lady was rude, it was a totally unchristian thing for me to do. Would I have been proud if Christ had been standing next to me? Nope. I got the last word, but it was ultimately not a turning the other cheek kind of a response. Unless, of course, you count my hightailing it as turning the other cheek.
Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm a work in progress, for sure.
Talking to Strangers
Soon, it was time to check out with all of our items.
"Would you like a gift receipt for this?" the woman asked.
"No, I don't think our son will be returning it," I said with a laugh.
Noticing all of the items she was ringing in, the cashier noticed that we must be planning a birthday party.
"Oh, it's somebody's birthday. Let me see, he must be turning one."
She paused and then said "No, he must be two."
"Actually, he's going to be three," I said.
And that was that. I didn't feel the need to further explain Elijah or his age. I wasn't even bothered by the fact that she thought that our 3-year-old was one. Eh, whatever. No need to grieve over others perceptions. It is what it is.
So there you have it, life lessons learned at Walmart. Do you ever have enlightening shopping trips or is that just me?