So I’m at Trader Joe’s this morning.
So I’m at Trader Joe’s this morning.
While shopping, I hear an employee speaking to an elderly shopper and she’s being so lovely.
It is clear that the elderly person is confused and the employee is saying “No, sweetheart, we don’t sell stamps here. We’re a grocery store. You need to go to the post office for stamps, love.”
I think to myself how wonderful it is to hear this woman’s kindness. I feel that it is increasingly rare to see people being civil to each other, so her sweetness truly moves me.
I decide to let this woman know that her kindness has not gone unnoticed or unappreciated. I push my cart two aisles over to get closer and to my great surprise, I see that the elderly woman to whom this woman has been speaking is MY OWN MOTHER!
I need to say that again: MY. OWN. MOTHER.
My mother lives miles from me and miles from this store and she doesn’t even drive, by the way, but that’s another story.
I stand there for a while, confused and stupefied. And then, as though it is the most natural thing in the world, my mother looks over at me and she says, “If you need stamps honey, you’re going to have to go somewhere else.”