Hampton Walmart Supercenter, morning of March 1st.
You kindly allowed me to go ahead of you at checkout 15, and then we relocated to checkout 13. I wanted to say thank you for your kindness. What a gentleman you are.
You also paid me a compliment I truly didn’t feel I deserved. I have to laugh because I ran out the door shaking my head at how crazy I thought I looked, telling myself to at least fix myself up a bit—if for no other reason than not to humiliate my sons in public 🙃.
Driving home, I found myself smiling. The last person who had that “job” believed I should put him on a pedestal and be grateful simply because of how attractive he was. Everyone can go without things—another person’s validation is never needed.
Still, I smiled all day. That was your fault.
The gentleman. The Walmart stranger whose name I don’t know—and I feel terrible I didn’t properly thank you.