Help Wanted
Jan 19, 2021 17:38:34 #
BadFisherman
Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
A check-out line encounter.
By Isabel Wolseley Torrey, King City Oregon
The checkout clerk at the grocery store gave me a fistful of change. I was trying to corral the coins into my purse when the zipper jammed. "Murphy's Law," I muttered.
I didn't want to hold up the line, so I maneuvered my half-open purse and my two bags of groceries around to the end of the counter. There I continued my battle with the obstinate zipper.
The woman behind me paid for her items and noticed my frustration. "Let me help you move to that empty spot over there," she said, gesturing to a table. "It might be a little easier to manage. I'll grab your groceries."
Yes, I'm a senior citizen, and you look young enough to be my daughter, I thought, but I'm still capable of taking care of myself AND my groceries, thank you very much!
I was about to refuse her help, but the zipper slipped off its track again.
She brought the bags over to the table, then without any warning she threw her arms around me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I think she was as startled as I was because she stepped back, looking flustered.
That's when her eye filled with tears and she told me, "I lost my mother a week ago today."
"I'm so sorry," I said. Now it was my turn to give her a hug. We stood together there for a moment, tears in both of our eyes.
She squeezed my hand and went on her way. The time elapsed? Two minutes, tops. But the lesson learned? Invaluable. When someone wants to help you, let them. They might need it even more than you.
By Isabel Wolseley Torrey, King City Oregon
The checkout clerk at the grocery store gave me a fistful of change. I was trying to corral the coins into my purse when the zipper jammed. "Murphy's Law," I muttered.
I didn't want to hold up the line, so I maneuvered my half-open purse and my two bags of groceries around to the end of the counter. There I continued my battle with the obstinate zipper.
The woman behind me paid for her items and noticed my frustration. "Let me help you move to that empty spot over there," she said, gesturing to a table. "It might be a little easier to manage. I'll grab your groceries."
Yes, I'm a senior citizen, and you look young enough to be my daughter, I thought, but I'm still capable of taking care of myself AND my groceries, thank you very much!
I was about to refuse her help, but the zipper slipped off its track again.
She brought the bags over to the table, then without any warning she threw her arms around me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I think she was as startled as I was because she stepped back, looking flustered.
That's when her eye filled with tears and she told me, "I lost my mother a week ago today."
"I'm so sorry," I said. Now it was my turn to give her a hug. We stood together there for a moment, tears in both of our eyes.
She squeezed my hand and went on her way. The time elapsed? Two minutes, tops. But the lesson learned? Invaluable. When someone wants to help you, let them. They might need it even more than you.
Jan 19, 2021 17:40:26 #
Jan 19, 2021 17:43:28 #
BadFisherman wrote:
A check-out line encounter. br br By Isabel Wolse... (show quote)
Have heard a couple stories similar. You just never know who needs the help the most. Try not to mess up opportunities but still be careful.
Jan 20, 2021 10:45:32 #
Jan 20, 2021 14:54:54 #
Jan 20, 2021 19:23:28 #
BadFisherman wrote:
A check-out line encounter. br br By Isabel Wolse... (show quote)
another tearjerker
have you no compassion for my feelins BF?
Jan 22, 2021 10:24:12 #
BadFisherman
Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
badbobby wrote:
another tearjerker
have you no compassion for my feelins BF?
have you no compassion for my feelins BF?
Mayhaps, but just a bit.
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