|Look Past the Dogma to See the Positive Message.
||[Nov. 30th, 2004|02:00 pm]
A psalm of David.
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
I went early to Ralph's supermarket today. The store was relatively empty, and it made for easy time to shop.
I approached the register, and an elderly lady took her time with the cashier ahead of me.
She paid for her groceries by check, and the Ralph's cashier required a photo ID and a black ink thumbprint for verification. The elderly lady moved quite slow, as she had been out with her son all morning for Christmas purchases for the family, as she explained to the cashier in conversation.
The elderly lady mentioned that she had never been required for thumbprint or ID verification at Ralph's, but she took her time, signed the check, dipped her index finger in the black ink, and left the thumbprint on the check. The cashier responded with encouraging words. The elderly lady moved slow, and she was rather tired. However, she accommodated the Ralph's cashier with a pleasant smile and completed the verification.
She talked to the cashier as my goods began to ring on the scanner. It came time to pay, and the elderly lady was still talking to her, taking her time, making sure that she had her change, her ID, and the receipt.
I gracefully stepped around the elderly lady to slide my credit card, and I excused myself. "Pardon me, madam, I am just going to step in next to you and slide my card."
"Oooh!" She smiled at me. "I'm in your way!"
"No, ma'am, you are not in my way." I gave her a smile, and I paid for my groceries.
"Merry Christmas to you!" She exclaimed.
She left the aisle, and I heard the cashier exclaim, "Now that's the kind of customers we want around here."
I agreed with a nod, and I pushed my shopping cart toward the elevator. I pushed the button to head down to the garage, and the door opened. As the door was about to close, the elderly lady had made her way up to me. I held the door open to allow her entry. She wished me another Merry Christmas, and we exchanged polite conversation for the half minute in the elevator. The doors opened to the garage, and I held the door for her. We parted ways, and I wished her a Merry Christmas one more time before we parted.