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 9 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 9 months ago
You could have given him your crypto-currency.
Egrayjames 9 months ago
I think the ’’operative’’ here is Gravy! Rory and Karl dodged that bullet.
ChessPirate 9 months ago
Good Gravy? No, Bad Gravy…
ladykat 9 months ago
A near miss.
ChazNCenTex 9 months ago
I thought he was talking about the smoothie when he said “Good gravy”!
JP Steve Premium Member 9 months ago
“Here, have one on the house…”
Zebrastripes 9 months ago
Good fortune follows Rory sometimes.