A dose of humility
Have you ever been in the check out line at the grocery store and been impatient? That’s me at least half the time. By the time I’ve made it through the store and doubled back to check everything off my list I’m just ready to get out of there. So there I was this afternoon, in the checkout line of SuperTarget. I was feeling pretty good about how full my cart was and proud that I had remembered at least one of my reusable grocery bags. I had everything out of the cart ready to be scanned and as I was getting my coupons out (yes, I’m a coupon shopper these days) when I realized that I didn’t have my wallet! I couldn’t believe it that I was that person. The one begging the check-out boy to hold my groceries while I ran home to get my wallet. And of course home was 15 minutes away, which meant I was going to spend the next hour driving home, getting my wallet, driving back, getting my groceries, then driving home again.
I had to do it though. I swallowed my pride, took a deep breath, and before the poor guy had typed in the code for the green peppers, I calmly (my voice may have been calm, but my eyes were paniced I’m sure) asked him to stop and help me load up my cart so I could go get my wallet.
It could have been worse. It could have been Sunday afternoon when it was beautiful out and I wanted to be outside instead of stuck in the car hauling groceries. Honestly, I didn’t have a lot to do today, so I spent it making an extra trip out to Target, listening to NPR. I’ll definitely be checking my purse more carefully before I leave the house…