From Not Always Right: We All Have To Weather Judgy Thoughts Sometimes
This is one of those “don’t make a rash judgment” type of stories.
I’m working in a store. It is the middle of winter, around 10:00 pm, an hour before we close. My register is right next to the doors and it is freezing. I am bundled up and have a little heater going on my legs.
The door opens and in comes a man with his wife and their toddler. The husband and wife are bundled up in scarves, gloves — the works. The toddler, however, is in a diaper… and that’s it. During the summer, if a toddler comes in like that, no big deal. But it’s so cold!
I don’t say anything, but apparently, my face does. I am judging them. They look at me a bit sheepishly.
Father: “We’re on our way home, and our son has a stomach bug. It just keeps shooting out the back end, out the diaper, and up the clothes.”
Me: “Oh, my gosh!”
Mother: “We still have two hours to go to get home, but we need to get more clothes and diapers or we’re not going to make it.”
I felt so bad for them — and so bad about my snap judgment on them — that when they came back through my line, I gave them a discount on everything. It wasn’t much since I’m only a cashier and have a limit on how much I’m allowed to do.
Yakety Sax 12 months ago
Snap judgment, Rory?
From Not Always Right: We All Have To Weather Judgy Thoughts Sometimes
This is one of those “don’t make a rash judgment” type of stories.
I’m working in a store. It is the middle of winter, around 10:00 pm, an hour before we close. My register is right next to the doors and it is freezing. I am bundled up and have a little heater going on my legs.
The door opens and in comes a man with his wife and their toddler. The husband and wife are bundled up in scarves, gloves — the works. The toddler, however, is in a diaper… and that’s it. During the summer, if a toddler comes in like that, no big deal. But it’s so cold!
I don’t say anything, but apparently, my face does. I am judging them. They look at me a bit sheepishly.
Father: “We’re on our way home, and our son has a stomach bug. It just keeps shooting out the back end, out the diaper, and up the clothes.”
Me: “Oh, my gosh!”
Mother: “We still have two hours to go to get home, but we need to get more clothes and diapers or we’re not going to make it.”
I felt so bad for them — and so bad about my snap judgment on them — that when they came back through my line, I gave them a discount on everything. It wasn’t much since I’m only a cashier and have a limit on how much I’m allowed to do.
))Not my story((
GROG Premium Member 12 months ago
You could have given him your crypto-currency.
Egrayjames 12 months ago
I think the ’’operative’’ here is Gravy! Rory and Karl dodged that bullet.
ChessPirate 12 months ago
Good Gravy? No, Bad Gravy…
ladykat 12 months ago
A near miss.
ChazNCenTex 12 months ago
I thought he was talking about the smoothie when he said “Good gravy”!
JP Steve Premium Member 12 months ago
“Here, have one on the house…”
Zebrastripes 12 months ago
Good fortune follows Rory sometimes.