IS IT JUST ME?

GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND ...
Is it just me? Do you stand in the checkout line at the grocery store, with your brain somewhere out there on the third ring of Saturn - for what usually seems like forever - and then, when it's finally your turn to pay up - you start the mad rummage through every single pocket of your purse, trying to find your cash or the plastic you will need before you can get out of there with your groceries? I do it pretty much every time I go to the grocery store. You'd think I'd have it figured out by now. I mean . . . it's a fairly simple concept.
Anyhow, I digress. I got into conversation with the cashier as I was doing my usual last minute rummage. She told me a little story that I thought I'd like to share:
She'd had a customer the day before who - like me - was frantically trying to find her bank card at the last possible second. She couldn't find it. She was very flustered and embarrassed at holding up the line, and asked if she could put the groceries aside while she ran home to search for her bank card.
As she said this, the lady in line behind her said, "Never mind dear, I'll pay for your groceries."
The lady peeled off several bills which she handed the cashier.
The customer was shell-shocked and asked the lady for her name and address so that she could return the money.
"Oh that wont be necessary dear, I don't want any money. I'm happy to be able to help you out. In my experience, what goes around comes around."
Now I don't know about you, but I was pretty impressed by that tale. How many people do you know that do things like that ... just because?
I have a feeling that woman gets back ten fold over what she gives out.
MM
P.S. I'd like to acknowledge artist Dennis Cox and thank him for his drawing of "a lady of a certain age." Take a look at his website at http://www.djart.com

1 Comments:
I must say you have some amazing things to tell and your family photos are beautiful. I have to be honest, and tell you how I found your blog site. I googled the word "muddled" to see what I might find. (high hopes here)Muddled Words is the name of my blog site, so in that word, we have something in common. I also found out that we have something else in common by way of association. I read your description of the manic depressive woman who was raped and battered til near death and then abandoned on the side of a road in a ditch. Believe it or not, that very same thing happened to my own sister. My sister however, is not manic depressive, but is the adult product of fetal alcohol syndrome, and is prone to extreme naivety and hasty, poor decisions. I do have several pages at my blog site about my little sister and I constantly complain about the "rights" that we first think are very important, yet sometimes don't help the protected. Such as: My sister has the same rights as any adult citizen in the U.S., yet because of her mental limitations(which haven't been fully explored since the beginning of fetal alcohol syndrome findings), her life is constantly in danger. I thank you for for sharing some of your stories and I'll be checking back for new posts from you.
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