Yesterday, Emily and Carson both woke up feeling too sick to go to
school. I just thought they were suffering from vacation-itis (an
illness caused by having too much fun on vacation..symptoms include a
general lack of any desire to get back into a normal routine).
I
made Emily go to school because it's harder to make up school work
then to just go to class. I was suffering from vacation-itis too and
didn't have the energy to fight Carson so he got to stay home. I
accused him of being instantly "cured" as soon as he heard the bus
wasn't coming for him.
Carson and I had a lazy day of
folding a million loads of laundry (did I mention that we had WAY too
much fun during Thanksgiving break?) and watching large amounts of the
cheesiest of cheesy Lifetime Christmas shows. It was soooo fun!! I
love those badly acted shows!!
Anyway...it came time to
pick up Emily and Jared from school so we braved the cold weather to go
get them. As soon as I saw Emily, I just knew deep down in my racing
heart that she was way sicker than I had thought. She got into the car
and as soon as I asked "Are you still feeling sick?" she burst into
tears and told me that she had a horrible headache, had been really
dizzy all day, and was freezing (even though the car was toasty
warm...Jared says that means "Oh my gosh, it is so HOT in here!!!").
We
got her home, pumped her full of ibuprofen, covered her in a million
blankets, got her some food and drinks, propped her feet up and turned
on the cheesy Christmas movies again (those are really the best
medicine). After a few hours her fever went down just as Carson's fever
spiked.
As soon as Carson heard he had a fever, he
started acting the part of a sick kid (he had been pretty happy all
day). He laid on the couch moaning and groaning (he was being a tad bit
over-dramatic because every time he moaned, someone would say "It's
okay Carson...can we get you anything?" and he was really enjoying the
extra attention from his family). So, we pumped him full of
decongestants and ibuprofen and he perked up just about the time that
our home teacher got here to give him a blessing (although every once in
a while he would remember that he was supposed to be moaning so he
would make up for his perkiness really fast). Our wonderful home
teacher probably wondered why in the world we interrupted his family
time to come over and give a blessing to two of the perkiest children on
the planet. By-the-way, if you don't know what blessings are you can
read about them here.
Turns
out that I was the only one suffering from vacation-itis. Emily and
Carson were really sick. So, I am making up for my bad mothering by
enjoying an extra day off with my two sickies. There will probably be
more pampering and cheesy Christmas movies on the agenda today.
So...just
in case anyone was feeling like they were in the running for the bad
mom of the year award...I think I just won. {hanging my head in shame}
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
It's a Woman's Perogative to Change Her Mind
A conversation I had with Kinsey over the summer went something like this:
Me: Kinsey, I think if you went on a mission it would change your whole life. You would prove to yourself that you can do hard things. If you can serve a mission, you can do ANYTHING!! You will be opening your world to all sorts of new possibilities!!
Those may have not been my exact words but pretty close. I really poured my heart and soul into that talk. I felt the influence of the Holy Ghost as I was talking to her. They weren't my words they were Heavenly Father's words. I even shed a few tears. Kinsey is a lot like me but she is infinitely better than I am. She is braver. She is more determined. She has a kinder and softer heart. She would be a great missionary.
She looked at me and with her very stubborn streak (she got it from me) said: Mom...I am NOT going on a mission! I can do good things right there at BYU. I don't need to serve a mission.
So, I dropped it because it is her decision and I want her to feel good about the choices she makes in her life. She is very smart and level-headed and I trust her to do what she feels is best.
Except...I didn't all the way drop it because I remembered this awesome quote by Boyd K. Packer:
Now, I don't claim to be a righteous-righteous mother...more of a semi-righteous mother but I prayed and asked Heavenly Father to soften her heart and help her to feel like she could do it if it was the right thing for her to do. I also prayed to know what was right for her so that I could accept her decision. I only prayed that prayer once or twice and then I just felt peaceful about it.
Imagine my surprise when I got a letter from her a few weeks later and she wrote me this:
It seems like you're always right.
I love those last two sentences :) but I only take a teeny tiny amount of credit for her decision. I think I may have planted a small mission seed in her thoughts but I know that Heavenly Father is the one that softened her heart and ultimately it was her being humble and open to the promptings that she received. She is very courageous because this is way out of her comfort zone. I am so very proud of her. If you would like to read her thoughts on the process, you can read her blog post. (I can't get my links to change colors like they are supposed to do so just click on those last few words)
She also told me I couldn't tell anyone. Don't ever tell me a secret because I am terrible at keeping them. I mostly kept her secret. I only told a few people. Most everyone was surprised, I think. Anyway...she got her mission call last Friday. She thought it would be here on Wednesday so we invited a few people over (the ones that knew) to watch her open it (she was reading it on Google chat). Then it didn't come on Wednesday, so we invited everyone over Thursday night. Then it didn't come, so we invited everyone over on Friday and most were busy which was a little disappointing but it was still so exciting to hear where she would be going. Then, we got it all set up, she started reading it, and the computer froze!
We finally heard Washington, Tacoma mission. It looked like she was tearing up and disappointed with where she was going and I felt sick to my stomach and my blood pressure went up to stroke level! I hate it when my blood pressure goes up to stroke level in front of company!! I talked to her on the phone and she mentioned something about Twilight (the books/movies) and I told her that maybe she could convert Edward so bright side looking are we!!
She is actually very excited. Everyone seems to know someone there and she has always wanted to go to Washington. She is a teeny bit worried about missing the sun, she is not the biggest fan of cold weather, and she hates wearing shoes so her biggest worry, I think, is wearing shoes all day. Haha! You can take the girl out of Florida but you can't take the Florida barefoot walker out of the girl!
Now, for your viewing pleasure...the moment she read her mission call (all the yelling is us saying "STOP!! You are frozen!! We can't hear what you are saying!!" Oh Google chat...you let me down!!):
Oh...nevermind...I can't save the video to my computer. You can go watch it on her Facebook page.
Needless to say, we are thrilled!! She is going to be a great missionary. I hope no one spits in her face or throws mashed potatoes at the back of her head. (those last few words are another link...really how hard is it to change colors when you are given a different color?!)
Me: Kinsey, I think if you went on a mission it would change your whole life. You would prove to yourself that you can do hard things. If you can serve a mission, you can do ANYTHING!! You will be opening your world to all sorts of new possibilities!!
Those may have not been my exact words but pretty close. I really poured my heart and soul into that talk. I felt the influence of the Holy Ghost as I was talking to her. They weren't my words they were Heavenly Father's words. I even shed a few tears. Kinsey is a lot like me but she is infinitely better than I am. She is braver. She is more determined. She has a kinder and softer heart. She would be a great missionary.
She looked at me and with her very stubborn streak (she got it from me) said: Mom...I am NOT going on a mission! I can do good things right there at BYU. I don't need to serve a mission.
So, I dropped it because it is her decision and I want her to feel good about the choices she makes in her life. She is very smart and level-headed and I trust her to do what she feels is best.
Except...I didn't all the way drop it because I remembered this awesome quote by Boyd K. Packer:
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Imagine my surprise when I got a letter from her a few weeks later and she wrote me this:
When
Levi gave his Farewell talk, I, for the first time ever, felt like I
could go on a mission. Like, it's something that I could actually do.
Before now it's never even seemed like something I could accomplish. I'm
too scared of everything. I'm a wimp. I'm picky. I'm not good at
learning languages or talking to people.
Then
throughout the week, I thought about it more. and I prayed about
it. I fasted this morning. I talked to the sister missionaries at the Ogden temple this morning, and asked them how they decided to go on a
mission. Last week, me going on a mission was a 2% chance. Sunday it
went up to 10%.
Wednesday,
saying goodbye to Levi was really hard, but it went up to a 50% chance.
Now I'm at about 80% chance. When I get to BYU I'm going to go talk to
my bishop, and it'll probably move up to a 95% chance. So. It kind of
looks like I'm going on a mission....
Probably in January. I'll need to keep praying about it and figuring things
out and making sure it's the right thing. But right now, it's looking like in a year you might have 2 children on missions....
I love you, Mom.
It seems like you're always right.
I love those last two sentences :) but I only take a teeny tiny amount of credit for her decision. I think I may have planted a small mission seed in her thoughts but I know that Heavenly Father is the one that softened her heart and ultimately it was her being humble and open to the promptings that she received. She is very courageous because this is way out of her comfort zone. I am so very proud of her. If you would like to read her thoughts on the process, you can read her blog post. (I can't get my links to change colors like they are supposed to do so just click on those last few words)
She also told me I couldn't tell anyone. Don't ever tell me a secret because I am terrible at keeping them. I mostly kept her secret. I only told a few people. Most everyone was surprised, I think. Anyway...she got her mission call last Friday. She thought it would be here on Wednesday so we invited a few people over (the ones that knew) to watch her open it (she was reading it on Google chat). Then it didn't come on Wednesday, so we invited everyone over Thursday night. Then it didn't come, so we invited everyone over on Friday and most were busy which was a little disappointing but it was still so exciting to hear where she would be going. Then, we got it all set up, she started reading it, and the computer froze!
We finally heard Washington, Tacoma mission. It looked like she was tearing up and disappointed with where she was going and I felt sick to my stomach and my blood pressure went up to stroke level! I hate it when my blood pressure goes up to stroke level in front of company!! I talked to her on the phone and she mentioned something about Twilight (the books/movies) and I told her that maybe she could convert Edward so bright side looking are we!!
She is actually very excited. Everyone seems to know someone there and she has always wanted to go to Washington. She is a teeny bit worried about missing the sun, she is not the biggest fan of cold weather, and she hates wearing shoes so her biggest worry, I think, is wearing shoes all day. Haha! You can take the girl out of Florida but you can't take the Florida barefoot walker out of the girl!
Now, for your viewing pleasure...the moment she read her mission call (all the yelling is us saying "STOP!! You are frozen!! We can't hear what you are saying!!" Oh Google chat...you let me down!!):
Oh...nevermind...I can't save the video to my computer. You can go watch it on her Facebook page.
Needless to say, we are thrilled!! She is going to be a great missionary. I hope no one spits in her face or throws mashed potatoes at the back of her head. (those last few words are another link...really how hard is it to change colors when you are given a different color?!)
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| Isn't she the cutest missionary you have ever seen?! |
Saturday, August 23, 2014
There's a Right Way to Live and Be Happy
Gary's job hunting again. He still has a job but he's hoping to find one with better hours. He doesn't like to work on Sundays. For the last year he has been weighing the pros and cons of one of the free word processing programs on the internet versus just biting the bullet and paying for Microsoft Word so that he could update his resume. We like to call him "Speedy Decision Maker" for his obviously prompt and thorough research of the perfect resume maker.
He finally decided on Microsoft, got his resume updated, and started applying for jobs on the internet. One company asked him to fill out a profile survey. They told him there were no right or wrong answers, he just needed to fill it out as honestly as possible. There were over 200 questions which is pretty daunting and he did it late at night so he may or may not have snoozed a bit in between questions but he answered honestly. Gary is nothing if not honest.
The company replied with the following email:
Thank you for filling out the analysis.
The answers to the analysis indicated that you probably answered several questions considering "the idea you have of how you should behave" rather than "how you actually behave".
EG (not a question of the test):
Do you blame others for your failures?
I know I shouldn't blame others. So I answer "no". Yet, if I actually look in real life, from time to time I do blame them, so the correct answer should be: "maybe".
If too many questions are answered in this theoretical manner, the final score is invalid and we cannot relay the answer to the company you have took the test for.
Therefore I have to kindly ask you to re-take the analysis looking more at how you do actually behave rather than at what you actually know.
Sorry for the inconvenience. This is not a negative fact in the selection process. It occurs 10 to 15% of the times.
Keep this email with the new test address if you do not wish to fill it in now but rather intend to do so later.
Let me know if you have any additional question.
(By-the-way, I copied and pasted this, so the grammar errors are from the company making all the decisions.)
Hmmm....I guess he answered the questions on the "there-are-no-right-or-wrong-answers-survey" the wrong way which kind of irritated him a bit. He said "I don't blame others for my failures! What am I going to do? Say (insert whiny voice) "Oh....that person did such and such so I'm going to blame him for all of my failures in life. Whine, whine, whine..."
Gary is quite mature when you accuse him of answering questions falsely when he answered them the way he really is.
He answered too many questions the way good, honest, hard-working people actually live and act so they can't submit his results to the company he is looking to apply to. Does that even make any sense? Maybe he needs to watch the news for a few days so he can learn how he "SHOULD" behave instead of the way he ACTUALLY behaves so he can get good results on that survey.
The world is a messed up place!
He finally decided on Microsoft, got his resume updated, and started applying for jobs on the internet. One company asked him to fill out a profile survey. They told him there were no right or wrong answers, he just needed to fill it out as honestly as possible. There were over 200 questions which is pretty daunting and he did it late at night so he may or may not have snoozed a bit in between questions but he answered honestly. Gary is nothing if not honest.
The company replied with the following email:
Thank you for filling out the analysis.
The answers to the analysis indicated that you probably answered several questions considering "the idea you have of how you should behave" rather than "how you actually behave".
EG (not a question of the test):
Do you blame others for your failures?
I know I shouldn't blame others. So I answer "no". Yet, if I actually look in real life, from time to time I do blame them, so the correct answer should be: "maybe".
If too many questions are answered in this theoretical manner, the final score is invalid and we cannot relay the answer to the company you have took the test for.
Therefore I have to kindly ask you to re-take the analysis looking more at how you do actually behave rather than at what you actually know.
Sorry for the inconvenience. This is not a negative fact in the selection process. It occurs 10 to 15% of the times.
Please feel free to retake it again at this address.
Keep this email with the new test address if you do not wish to fill it in now but rather intend to do so later.
Let me know if you have any additional question.
(By-the-way, I copied and pasted this, so the grammar errors are from the company making all the decisions.)
Hmmm....I guess he answered the questions on the "there-are-no-right-or-wrong-answers-survey" the wrong way which kind of irritated him a bit. He said "I don't blame others for my failures! What am I going to do? Say (insert whiny voice) "Oh....that person did such and such so I'm going to blame him for all of my failures in life. Whine, whine, whine..."
Gary is quite mature when you accuse him of answering questions falsely when he answered them the way he really is.
He answered too many questions the way good, honest, hard-working people actually live and act so they can't submit his results to the company he is looking to apply to. Does that even make any sense? Maybe he needs to watch the news for a few days so he can learn how he "SHOULD" behave instead of the way he ACTUALLY behaves so he can get good results on that survey.
The world is a messed up place!
Friday, August 22, 2014
I Know What I Saw!
This morning I was driving to an appointment and I saw a lady wearing something like this:
Dancing like this:
While standing on this:
And NO...I was not drinking any of this:
I promise....I was completely sober!!
Sunday, August 17, 2014
I'm Not Laughing AT Him, I'm Laughing WITH Him
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| A computer genius AND a country music star!! |
User errors happen a lot around here. Gary and I are not computer geniuses.
Another thing Gary is not is a singer. The first time we went to sacrament meeting together a long time ago in a land far, far away, I burst out laughing the minute he started singing the hymn....yet he still married me! He sings with a country twang, always 1/2 a beat slower than everyone else, makes up words if he doesn't know how the song goes, and sings louder than everyone else around him.
So today in church the hymn we were singing had 5 verses. When we finished with verse 4, he went back and started singing verse 4 again. I started out singing verse 5 but like I said, he sings out with gusto so when he started singing verse 4, I got a little confused. I leaned over to Emily (who I later found out was also confused when he started in on verse 4) and asked her what verse we were supposed to be on and she said 5, so I leaned over to Gary and pointed out what verse he was supposed to be singing. He stopped, paused for a minute to change course and then started singing the right verse. At the end, he said "Well...that was sneaky!" because he thought that the organist had made a mistake and skipped verse 4. I said "You sang verse 4 twice, instead of going to verse 5 like you were supposed to. It wasn't sneaky, it was you."
Then, because I am so clever, I wrote him a little note..."User error!" He wrote back "Agreed!!" Then we laughed as the bishop called out the sacrament hymn and I leaned over and said "You sing verse 1, then verse 2, then verse 3." He assured me that he could sing a song with only 3 verses the right way...it's when a song has 5 verses that he gets messed up.
If you've never heard "Upon The Cross of Calvary" with a country twang, you should ask him to sing it for you. It's a classic!!
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Real Men Kiss Their Mom
Carson's off to Panther Camp today. It's a special day for the incoming 6th graders. I'm not sure what's special about it or what they actually do because moms are NOT INVITED but Carson was excited to go. Mainly because he's hoping to see his favorite girl (besides his mom, of course) Ari. She's an older woman...13...who is a year ahead of him in school. They were parted for the last school year but ever since he toured the middle school back in May and saw her again, she is all we have heard about.
Next time you see him, ask him who is best friend is. He will dreamily say "ARI..." {when he says her name, butterflies and fairies fly around and sparkles glitter the air} Sorry...I'm a girl so I only know how girls dream about their love and it's always with sparkles, butterflies and fairies. If you are a boy reading this, feel free to set me straight.
Where were we? Oh...Panther Camp!! I was given instructions to drop him off at the front office a little before 8am. We got to the school at 7:55 and all of my nightmares of school mornings came rushing back to me when I saw the massive amount of cars. I hate car line!! Thank goodness for school buses that come to my house. One of the many perks of having a special needs kiddo in your family.
We parked the car and I went for Carson's hand as we crossed the street. I felt my hand being pushed away and a "NO MOM!!" "What?! You don't want to hold my hand?!" I told him he didn't have to hold my hand while we were in the grass but once we were crossing the street he had to hold my hand. I used my firm voice so he wouldn't argue. He begrudgingly held my hand while we were crossing but as soon as he saw the sidewalk he let go. Don't worry...I managed to hold back the tears.
We met his teacher in the front office and she said "Don't let the door hit you in the butt on the way out!!" No, I'm kidding...she didn't really say that but her actions and body language were implying that it was time for me to cut the apron strings so I told Carson goodbye and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
Duh.duh.duh.......
The teacher looked at me and said "Mom...he's in middle school now! We don't kiss our moms in middle school!!"
You who know me well know that I HATE getting in trouble and I'm a little scared of middle school teachers (well, really, anyone who has any sort of authority).
So....being the dork that I am, I apologized to the teacher and Carson for KISSING MY SON(!!) and turned around to leave the office.
Carson, with the sweetest voice a mom could ever hear said "Bye Mom!!!" and walked over and gave me a big sloppy kiss on the lips!
HA! HA!
Whoever said that middle school kids don't kiss their mom have never met MY kid.
I am totally going to kiss him every single morning of his middle school career! Hopefully, the kids on the bus won't tell on me!
Next time you see him, ask him who is best friend is. He will dreamily say "ARI..." {when he says her name, butterflies and fairies fly around and sparkles glitter the air} Sorry...I'm a girl so I only know how girls dream about their love and it's always with sparkles, butterflies and fairies. If you are a boy reading this, feel free to set me straight.
Where were we? Oh...Panther Camp!! I was given instructions to drop him off at the front office a little before 8am. We got to the school at 7:55 and all of my nightmares of school mornings came rushing back to me when I saw the massive amount of cars. I hate car line!! Thank goodness for school buses that come to my house. One of the many perks of having a special needs kiddo in your family.
We parked the car and I went for Carson's hand as we crossed the street. I felt my hand being pushed away and a "NO MOM!!" "What?! You don't want to hold my hand?!" I told him he didn't have to hold my hand while we were in the grass but once we were crossing the street he had to hold my hand. I used my firm voice so he wouldn't argue. He begrudgingly held my hand while we were crossing but as soon as he saw the sidewalk he let go. Don't worry...I managed to hold back the tears.
We met his teacher in the front office and she said "Don't let the door hit you in the butt on the way out!!" No, I'm kidding...she didn't really say that but her actions and body language were implying that it was time for me to cut the apron strings so I told Carson goodbye and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
Duh.duh.duh.......
The teacher looked at me and said "Mom...he's in middle school now! We don't kiss our moms in middle school!!"
You who know me well know that I HATE getting in trouble and I'm a little scared of middle school teachers (well, really, anyone who has any sort of authority).
So....being the dork that I am, I apologized to the teacher and Carson for KISSING MY SON(!!) and turned around to leave the office.
Carson, with the sweetest voice a mom could ever hear said "Bye Mom!!!" and walked over and gave me a big sloppy kiss on the lips!
HA! HA!
Whoever said that middle school kids don't kiss their mom have never met MY kid.
I am totally going to kiss him every single morning of his middle school career! Hopefully, the kids on the bus won't tell on me!
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
It's Nice to be Nice
Today I had to go to Walmart to pick up a prescription. I really and truly dislike shopping there. It puts me in the grouchiest of grouchy moods especially when the lines are really long. Today the line was longer than I have ever seen it.
I tried to make the best of things by reading all of the labels on the bottles while standing in line. Unfortunately, I was in the stomach distress aisle so I learned more than I (hopefully) will ever need to know about lactose intolerance, constipation and hemorrhoids. Did you know they make suppositories for hemorrhoids? That sounds perfectly awful, don't you think?!
Anyway...see I had lots of time to read labels.
So...the customer finished up and then the cashier did the unthinkable. She started helping a lady who was standing off to the side instead of the people that were waiting in line! After stewing for a minute or two, the man in the front of the line stepped up and said something to the poor cashier about helping the lady off to the side. The customer started apologizing and said that her prescription was supposed to be ready 30 minutes ago and that she just couldn't wait in line. She needed to get out of there (I know how she feels and I had only been in there a couple of minutes)! So, the man got back in line complaining to the lady behind him.
Well...that's all she needed was a little encouragement and she started muttering and complaining about people who think they are better than everyone else, who are too good to wait in line like the rest of us...blah, blah, blah. The customer apologized again but this lady wasn't having any of that and just kept on complaining loudly enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear.
The poor lady finished up, turned around, apologized again, and then made her blessed escape from the jaws of that terrible store with the mean customers. The man in front went forward, got his stuff, paid and was on his merry way. Then this lady in front of me stepped up to the cashier, made her dissatisfaction known some more, complained for several minutes (that always helps the line to go faster) and then told the cashier what she wanted. The cashier was very pleasant to her, rang her up and finished up her stuff but the customer felt the need to complain for a few more minutes until the cashier turned away from her and asked if she could help me.
I had not seen this poor cashier smile once the whole time I was standing in line. She was very polite but you could tell she'd had a busy day. She got my information, brought my prescription over, rang everything up and then looked my in the eye and said "I'm so sorry for your long wait." I looked at her and said "That's okay, don't worry about it." This lady smiled the biggest, prettiest smile ever and said "Have a great day!!" I turned to her and said "You have a great day too!"
I'm not perfect (you probably knew that already, right?!), I get cranky, I understand the frustration of long lines but I learned (relearned really) a valuable lesson. It pays to be nice. That cashier's smile made the wait totally worth it. I was once again grateful for what my wonderful mom taught me..."If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."
Oh...and eat your veggies so you don't have to do hemorrhoid suppositories {shudder}!
Meanwhile, Miss grumpy pants customer had taken her complaining to the pharmacist in the other line and I made my blessed escape from the jaws of Walmart!!
I tried to make the best of things by reading all of the labels on the bottles while standing in line. Unfortunately, I was in the stomach distress aisle so I learned more than I (hopefully) will ever need to know about lactose intolerance, constipation and hemorrhoids. Did you know they make suppositories for hemorrhoids? That sounds perfectly awful, don't you think?!
Anyway...see I had lots of time to read labels.
So...the customer finished up and then the cashier did the unthinkable. She started helping a lady who was standing off to the side instead of the people that were waiting in line! After stewing for a minute or two, the man in the front of the line stepped up and said something to the poor cashier about helping the lady off to the side. The customer started apologizing and said that her prescription was supposed to be ready 30 minutes ago and that she just couldn't wait in line. She needed to get out of there (I know how she feels and I had only been in there a couple of minutes)! So, the man got back in line complaining to the lady behind him.
Well...that's all she needed was a little encouragement and she started muttering and complaining about people who think they are better than everyone else, who are too good to wait in line like the rest of us...blah, blah, blah. The customer apologized again but this lady wasn't having any of that and just kept on complaining loudly enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear.
The poor lady finished up, turned around, apologized again, and then made her blessed escape from the jaws of that terrible store with the mean customers. The man in front went forward, got his stuff, paid and was on his merry way. Then this lady in front of me stepped up to the cashier, made her dissatisfaction known some more, complained for several minutes (that always helps the line to go faster) and then told the cashier what she wanted. The cashier was very pleasant to her, rang her up and finished up her stuff but the customer felt the need to complain for a few more minutes until the cashier turned away from her and asked if she could help me.
I had not seen this poor cashier smile once the whole time I was standing in line. She was very polite but you could tell she'd had a busy day. She got my information, brought my prescription over, rang everything up and then looked my in the eye and said "I'm so sorry for your long wait." I looked at her and said "That's okay, don't worry about it." This lady smiled the biggest, prettiest smile ever and said "Have a great day!!" I turned to her and said "You have a great day too!"
I'm not perfect (you probably knew that already, right?!), I get cranky, I understand the frustration of long lines but I learned (relearned really) a valuable lesson. It pays to be nice. That cashier's smile made the wait totally worth it. I was once again grateful for what my wonderful mom taught me..."If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."
Oh...and eat your veggies so you don't have to do hemorrhoid suppositories {shudder}!
Meanwhile, Miss grumpy pants customer had taken her complaining to the pharmacist in the other line and I made my blessed escape from the jaws of Walmart!!
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