By Bob Comeans
I was standing right there, it was happening in front of me, and I missed out.
She didn’t have much. Probably just enough to get thru the next couple of days. The basics, for her, maybe a husband, and a kid or two. Half a cart full at the most.
It rang up to about thirty five bucks and change. No big deal. She spent a solid five-six minutes trying to write the check, get out her ID, and hand the whole package over to the cashier. She seemed rushed, unorganized, and just kind of frustrated about her day. Who knows, maybe her whole life.
Of course, there was something wrong with something. Check was wrong, ID was wrong, something wasn’t right. The cashier couldn’t accept her check. The customer looked like this was just another part of her not so great day. Just another disappointment.
Right about then I started to pay a little more attention. Payment not being accepted, woman looks a little unhappy. Maybe it’s not her fault. It’s only thirty five bucks or so for her groceries. No cigarettes, alcohol, sodas. Just essentials. Stuff you really need to get a few people fed for a couple days.
I have money on me. Should I, or shouldn’t I, help her out. That split second of opportuinity was gone that quick. The woman said she’d be back, left her groceries, and walked out of the store.
I could have helped her. Not that big a deal. I just wasn’t ready or expecting it. I was in my own little world and didn’t come back soon enough.
I looked for her in the parking lot after I had checked out. I couldn’t find her. I wanted to help her, but she was gone.
My wife paid for the car behind her this morning at a restaurant drive thru. She excitedly told me about it and how it made her feel to help a stranger with a small act of generosity. I was happy for her.
Random. Unexpected. Kindness.
I missed out.