INTOLERANCE?
I have a story to tell. The other day after we dropped Peter off at the airport, we (my parents and I) went to The Christmas Tree Shop. I had never been to the one in Albany and I was thrilled with the entire store. I'm waiting on line, the checker is a middle aged guy who was slower then Molasses. I was tired by then and the wait was even longer because the guy moved and talked slow.
Now in my previous life I had been a waitress, I moved quick, talked quick and operated on a daily speed of 90 miles per hour. I was impatient when someone else wasn't as quick as I was. Well I learned that slow is a new speed in my life.
I had a bunch of stuff I had bought that was glass that had to be wrapped, I thought I'd never get paid and out of that store before I just crumpled to the ground like a rag doll. I was fuming inside, silently screaming at him, calling him names in my head. Yes, he was being careful and meticulous with my things and he was polite. Wasn't that what we all complain about that has disappeared from customer service these days?????? So I get good customer service and bitch about it silently to myself. HMMMMMMMMMMMM
As we are walking out of the store I said to my mother,"God, that guy was so slow, he had moss growing on his North side!" My mother chides me, "Pam, he was disabled! Didn't you notice how he held his arm? He probably had a stroke like you." Well how intolerant have I become? How judgemental. I didn't even notice. Yet I have the nerve to bitch that people are insensitive to me! Guess I am self centered, I always aligned myself with Existentialism in the past. I guess post stroke thhe world does indeed revolve around me after all.
So, this morning I feel remorse for being intolerant. I'll have to be more careful in the future. I also need to be careful with my ability to judge everyone to my standards.
Pam
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