Now I haven't written a blog for some time as I've been busy going away getting married, which I will write about soon but it will take quite a while as sooooo much entertainment happened.
Now yesterday I went to Lidl and no, I didn't get trolley rage. I only had a few bits to pick up so I picked up a basket, you know one of those with wheels that you can bang into peoples ankles when they are in the way and off I went.
By the time I got to the check outs there was only one checkout open and a queue of 12, to which I joined the end. The checkout girl seemed oblivious to the queue which was now snaking down the bleach and dog food isle and the queue wasn't getting any shorter as she was dealing with a woman who wasn't looking best pleased, her lips were poised like a chickens arse as she huffed and puffed and sighed at her wait. An old lady tried to ambush the queue by sneaking down an isle and trying to join mid queue but everybody glared at her until she retreated the the back.
After a few minutes, the check out girl noticed the queue was almost reaching the water section and ding donged for another girl to open another checkout. The diddery old man in front of me just stood there, even though he was right beside the new checkout desk, so the old lady who tried to push in told him to go to the new desk. She then promptly pushed, yes pushed past me and plonked her green orange crate on the conveyorbelt, oblivious to the evil looks, tuts and general hatred aimed toward the selfish old bag. I stood there open mouthed at the rudeness of her and a lady in the queue beside me who really should have been the first at the new check out, caught my eye. She was an elder lady, very slim and attractive and obviously, very cross. Before I knew it I'd opened my mouth and offered her to go before me. Now I'm not the most patient person when it comes to supermarkets so TBH I was as surprised at the offer as she was! She scooted over and put her milk, water cress (think thats what it was), cherrry tomatoes and various other ultra healthy looking shit on the convoyerbelt whilst thanking me profusely, telling me how kind I was, even though the old lady had been so rude to me. She went on to explain my actions were even more appreciated as she was late to visit her sick husband in hospital. My cheeks reddened. Suddenly she noticed my eyes, which are really quite blue. She stopped in her tracks and told me she'd never seen such beautiful eyes and I deserved them as I was also a beautiful person. Cheeks got redder. The young chap (well 30ish) behind me then asked me to turn around so he could see! Before I knew it I was spouting out all sorts of bullshit about my eyes to justify them, without admitting they weren't real. I've been doing this since I was 22 so to me, its not really bullshit, I've said it so often that I actually believe what I'm saying! She was lucky really that I didn't say something like 'Yes, if you look into the eyes of Saint Emma, you too will become a kind person' lol. Perhaps I should have said that to the old lady! Who by now had watched her entire shop go through and gather at the end before paying by credit card, forgetting her pin number, then starting to pack, methodically of course, you know, veg in one bag, meat in the other, bread and biscuits in the other! Nice attractive, older lady's shopping was starting to collide with the old ladies and it looked like a row was going to break out, so the checkout operator, who had blue streaked hair, intervened and shoved old ladies shopping into bags, rapidly to get her out of the way. The whole of the queues were still glaring at me (in fascination obviously), the freak who was kind to somebody and who had freaky blue eyes as my shopping which consisted of 4 bottles of wine, a bottle of vodka and some cat food sailed by.
As I drove home, I of course analyzed the whole experience. Some might have thought I was a doormat for accepting such bad behavior from a stranger and then letting somebody else go before me. Of course I really just wanted to get back home as soon as possible to my fur babies and to hang out my duvet cover whilst it was still sunny, not wait around, getting embarrassed by some strange lady who loved my eyes, but I concluded that no, I wasn't a doormat, I was just able to make a small difference to somebody else life, in a good way. Yes, I felt good. I also hope that by pushing in and receiving all those negative vibes that it was worth it to the old lady.
Amen
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