I was in line at Target- after an unpleasant afternoon spent looking for a nice notebook with good quality bond paper (I’d checked an office supply and a staionery store already, couldn’t find) that didn’t have a pretty sticker slapped over the cover so they could call it a journal and charge fifteen bucks for it . Well, I found and bought two, the last two hey had left, actually, plus a coupla cheap composition books for writing rough drafts.
Anyhoo, I was happy, standing in line with my catch, chatting with with the lady in front of me when a cranky old lady came up behind me and said, “Is this line open?” I said yes, moved my stuff so she could put hers on the conveyor belt. She groused “Well, I didn’t know, you look like your having a party. I’m a tired cranky shopper.” I said, “Welcome to the tired cranky shopper’s club”. Well, she told me about her day, how she couldn’t find sales help when she needed it because all the help was in a meeting. Generally, she was having a bad day. So, I said, “Let me try to make it better for you”, and, when she stepped up to the debit-card swipey thing to pay for her purchase, I got behind her and gave her a shoulder rub. Magically, her cranky mood melted away, and she started to smile, then thanked me.
That’s great that you made her day (and our day) better, and that you found what you needed! I wonder if we will need a shoulder massage thread in the Pit now.
Thea, Honey, if you’re ever behind ME in Target, you feel free to rub my shoulders. I’d love you forever for it!
It’s not like she walked up to some random stranger and started rubbing her back, guys. They had already established some rapport, which, at least amongst the women-shopping type folks I know, is quick and simple in a situation such as described here.
If she felt good about it, and she obviously did, you should feel good about it too. You trusted your intuition, and I think it steered your right.
