That’s all it takes to be nice.
That’s all it takes to let someone know they did a good job.
It took longer than that to decide to do it.
Why did I even deliberate?
I went grocery shopping today. Anyone who knows me knows how much I despise shopping– particularly for groceries. I went through the aisles, as fast as I could, pulled everything I thought we might want or need off the shelves, and filled the cart. I forced myself to stick to one cart (because I didn’t want to load/unload that much don’tcha know.)
I piled it all on the conveyor belt as I always do. Frozen first. Veggies/fruits next. Boxes, bottles, and cans next. Dairy/cold cuts/refrigerated next. Bread last. I used to bag my own because I got tired of smelling something horrible and going to the pantry only to find a bag of canned goods with a roast on the bottom. (Back when I let the kids throw them in there in the bags for me to sort how I wanted it later. With the new kitchen, that’s less likely to happen, but still). So, I bagged my own, cold stayed with cold, heavy together, bread and chips on top. It was nice. VERY nice.
Then I got sick. I don’t have the stamina to shop, bag, and load to car etc. So, I put up with inferior bagging (all stores here are the same– yes, I’ve tested) and just been hyper vigilant to ensure things are put away right. I hate it, but it works.
Today I was yakking with Lana (the checker) and didn’t even notice the bagger. Frankly, I try not to look. It’s discouraging to see your bell pepper tossed in with six cans of tomatoes. I pushed my two carts (yep, one cart ends up as two as usual) outside, and started unloading into my car. By the third bag, I was impressed. This girl knows how to bag. She’s good. She did it right. I knew I should go in and say something. I spent the whole time loading into my car thinking about how it wouldn’t take that long, and no matter how tired I am, I should do what’s right. People usually hear how badly they’ve done, but most of us don’t take the time to say “well done.” I probably spent five minutes loading the car deliberating. Yeah. I’m brilliant.
So, I grab my purse and push the carts to the corral. Then I had an idea. I started counting. I walked from the corral (counted from there since I had to walk that far anyway), then to the checkout line. I said two very short sentences. “Lana, that girl needs a raise. She knows how to bag.” Lana thanked me, promised she’d tell the manager, and I walked out and back to my car. I sat down. Eighty two seconds.
Eighty two seconds.
Not even a minute and a half.
I hope next time I don’t bother deliberating and I just do it. Sheesh.