To the woman at the grocery store who was working by the self-checkout lanes tonight,
Thank you for coming to my rescue. Thank you for not blaming me for making the machine not take my change. Thank you for not heaving a sigh and giving me that look that says "it's almost 10pm, I'm tired and I hate my job - can't you just put another dollar bill in?" Thank you for having a sense of humor about the damn thing not working. Most of all, thank you for opening up the machine and beating it into submission. Literally. You brightened my evening AND allowed me to efficiently dispose of two pesky pennies.
May life bring you many opportunities to hit uncooperative machinery.
“Am I not a man and a brother?”
4 weeks ago