Ahhh, another Monday. Gotta love Monday's. NOT.
The total highlight of my day was I got a call from my favorite Michigan friend, Heidi. We hadn't caught up in a while and Amanda was patient enough to let us have a really good chat. That made me very, very happy. There is just something about a friend who you don't talk to all the time but can catch up and never lose a beat in one phone call. We just laugh and laugh. That felt good on a Monday.
I then went to Wal-mart with Amanda. Cameron and Molly had been dropped off at school and we did our grocery shopping. We were doing ok until it came time to check out. I was 3/4th of the way through the checking out when I realized that my wallet was in the car. The cardinal sin of shopping. I panicked. The cashier was really nice about it and let me run to the car. When I say I ran I literally mean I ran. And I was pushing a cart with a 2 year old in it. I didn't stop, I did not pass go. I swear I was back in 2, maybe 3 minutes. I was out of breath but proceeded to apologize to the woman behind me. I told her I was sorry that I had forgotten my wallet in the car and she says, "Well you better be." And then she kind of laughs, but not really.
There was one of those pregnant pauses.
I wasn't sure, and I'm still not sure, if she was kidding or not. I looked at her for some sort of sign and I got nothing. Nada. I wanted to ask her if she was joking but (for once) I elected to not and just paid and went on my way. Are people really too busy in the world for a little compassion or a little understanding? Was she in that big of a hurry?
I think I will pray for this woman and other's like her who are totally inconvenienced in the world by my carelessness. Because, as Mike can attest, I probably will do this again and have to make the mad dash to the car. It's inevitable. Maybe next time someone not in such a hurry will follow me in line.