If I Get to This Point…
I buy clothes for the boys this AM.
I ask them to please leave them on the hangar.
They wad them tighly and cram them in a bag, on the hangars.
I’m in too big a hurry to say, “Please, don’t bag them.”
I yell out, “Son, we are really going to have to hurry. We are going to be late to school.”
The cashier sauntered to the register, after her conversation with the other cashier is finished (I almost changed lanes, and the other cashier says, “Can I help you with something?” like I’m confused or something. I pull back into the lane, and the former conversationalist (mid 40s) begins humming like she is meditating through out check-out. I’m all for focus and meditation, “BUT CAN YA HELP A MOM OUT HERE, WE ARE CLEARLY IN A TIME CRUNCH.”
Instead, she hums, and balls up the clothes I’m buying, oblivious, unhelpful.
And I learned: there is living fully and in control of your moments, and there is just sheer annoying.
She was annoying.
I hope that in my striving toward focus, I’m not oblivious and annoying…but, the reality is: I probably hit that at least part of the time.
Just slap it to me already.
Entry filed under: Everyday.