It was Sunday afternoon, I needed to find a picture frame fast to complete the gift I was about to give. The closest solution was Walmart.I am usually not brave enough to go there this time of year.
The stories can be scary.
I reluctantly made my way through the hectic parking lot and the crowded aisles. When I got to the checkout, I made small talk with the smiling gray-haired woman behind the counter.
“How are you,” I asked?
FANTASTIC. It’s Sunday afternoon during the holiday season and I’m working at Walmart.
I checked for sarcasm. There was none. Not in her voice. Not in her eyes.
Now if you are like me, you probably can get through a long list of ideas of what to do with your Sunday afternoon before you get to “gee it would be fun to work the cash register at Walmart.”
I had to ask. “Why do you like working here?”
More surprises.All of my customers are so nice.
Okay, this time I let my inside voice come out. “Seriously?”Oh yes. That’s what makes this job so fun. I talk with them. I make them laugh. I get them smiling and happy. There is nice in everyone you just have to find it.
I left smiling. She was right, she made it easy to feel nice.
I stood watching for a while, and each customer she served left smiling.
I left, forgetting my picture frame.
Of course she gladly ran out to the parking lot to ensure I left with what I came for.
Indeed I did.