Today, I went to the fabulous Wally World, as I seem to do everyday. :(
But that's not what this post is about. Walmart is getting ready for some kind of inventory audit so the employees are a little tense. And by a little, I mean a lot. I had to return a thing of powder, because heaven help me, I bought the wrong kind for Terry and he WAS NOT HAVING IT!! So there I was, with my 1.66 bottle of the WRONG baby powder. Don't ask what he uses it for. The answer will make you blush.
Ahem.
Back to the story.
Okay, so, tense at the store, me in the return line, grumpy pants guy in front of me. He goes up to the cashier and proceeds to RAIL on her for about 5 minutes that he got shorted $2. Yep, two dollars. The poor cashier was like, I'm really sorry, let me take your name, we really can't do anything until she brings in her drawer, and he just keeps demanding his money back. All the while, the line gets longer and longer, and the cashier is getting more and more frustrated. I realize the value of a dollar, and I can understand wanting your money back, but reiterating to the cashier over and over how stupid everyone is that works there is really not the way to do it. Just saying.
Contrast that with something else I saw on my way home from the awesome-ness of Wally World. There was a van at the stop light, that had it's hood up but was smack dab in the middle of the lanes going in one direction. Traffic kept moving around the van, but the driver was alone and couldn't do anything to get out of the way. As I drove closer, and was just trying to work up my nerve to park my car and go see what I could do to help, another car pulled over, and two women got out, and told the driver to get in and steer while they pushed. One of them went into the middle of the intersection, signaled to the traffic to stop, and then went back to help push. The two women got the van off to the side, waved goodbye to the driver, hopped back in their car and drove away. I was amazed.
It has me thinking about happiness and how it is a choice we make. Everyday, we pray that we can be of service to someone, that we can be an instrument in the hands of the Lord, but often I think that we pass up opportunities to be of service because it is uncomfortable, or inconvenient. I'm hoping that isn't me, but I'm pretty sure I'm no Thomas S. Monson. I know I don't drop things to run to someone else's aid. I guess I better make a committment to do better.
It just has me thinking.
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