Pay it forward

Yer not gettin’ much outta me tonight. Work was what it was. The drive home was an ugly snow slodge. It was okay, it just took forever. And then I walked over to the Plum. What did I want to cook tonight? Leftover beef stew or coq au vin or spaghetti and meatballs. I ended up with coq au vin. I guess we will eat the rest of the beef stew tomorrow night and the meatballs are in the freezer for whenever. I’ve never been a successful meatball maker but I have wonderful childhood memories of getting take-out spaghetti and meatball dinners from the Christopher Columbus Hall in Sault Ste. Siberia. Facebook friends report that they still provide those.

I love to walk over to the Plum after work but I was sooooo annoyed today. I put my grokkeries on the belt behind a cute little CLUELESS young woman with two (count ’em) items. Her plastic card didn’t work so she tried to use a gift card. That didn’t work either because she wasn’t spending $25. It took a call to a manager to get that straightened out. At that point, I snaked my head around to see what her total was. $2.29. I melted a bit and dredged some cash outta my purse, waved it in front of the ditzy cashier and offered to pay for the ditzy customer’s stuff. She declined my offer and paid with her own cash but she was really appreciative of my gesture of kindness and I told her been there done that about the declined card. Most of us have been there, and it’s usually not because there isn’t money in our account. Pay it forward.

Y’all, please give people the benefit of the doubt. I was so annoyed with the woman ahead of me tonight. But hard as it was, I tried my best to understand her predicament and help. Please. Don’t judge other folks unless you are guilt-free yourself and don’t accuse others of wrong-doing without checking on facts. And… Pay it forward. Pay it forward. Pay it forward.

Love y’all,
Kayak Woman

One Response to “Pay it forward”

  1. Margaret Says:

    That was thoughtful of you. I do allow myself to get annoyed sometimes, but rarely show it and frequently find out that there is more to the story. When Patt was sick and after he died, I was often in a daze and am SURE that I annoyed people sometimes. There was no way to know what I was going through; I’m a good actress after all my years of teaching/performing.