I was just thinking how during the past couple weeks I have had two things happen to me where I was in a strange place...the place where complete strangers could have either made me feel like a complete idoit or encourage me. Both times they were encouraging...
Time one involved taking three kids (I was watching) in the early morning to run an errand (The kind that takes at least two hours), as 10:30am approached two of those kids (the other one was a baby who had had a bottle) were getting hungry and I had just gotten word that the cinnamon rolls at their home were all gone. : ( So I did the only thing I could think of...said I would buy them doughnuts. I went to the Okemos Dunkin Dounut on a MSU game day. As the two boys ran to the door I realized it's 10:30am and I am taking two little boys in their pajamas to get doughnuts! At that moment I felt like a wreck... there at the door was a man (who looked old enough to be my father) in a MSU hoodie he said to the boys "They have been waiting for you in there!" Everyone else waiting in line was quite nice to me as well, no one even looked at me funny when the baby started getting fussy. And the boys got green and white donuts!
Fast forward a couple weeks change the boys and baby for two sweet little girls and have us trying to leave a craft store. I am holding the bag and the one year old and the three year old is trying to hold my hand and I am trying to put the buggy back (Midwesterners often call it a cart, but after working two summers at a SC grocery store I will never call it that again). While pushing it into where it is suppose to be I catch a display on the back wheel (why is the display so poorly placed that I cannot put the cart where it goes...who knows?) and you guessed it a buy-it-as-it-is shadow box picture frame falls, glass up, so I can clearly see it cracked. So what did I do...I kind of froze and looked at the cashier...who just looked at me and said into her walkie talkie "lisa to the front" (Another question-why does the young cashier who works in a store where 50% of things are breakable and has no idea what to do when something breaks?) Another customer (a lady who was maybe in her fourties) looks at me and says "that was not a good place for that display", another customer (maybe in het late fifties) comes over and pushes it under the display. I look at the cashier and say"I'm going to go now" and I do.
Both times if these strangers wanting to they could have said things that would have made me cry and I am thankful that they did not!
:-)
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