Took my two youngest daughters to a very busy grocery store today, the 1st. Yes, I'm crazy. Indeed it was packed tighter than a can of sardines, but I went as early as possible and only went in with a $30 budget. I had a list and a calculator and was often glared at for tracking my spending and crossing off my items.
Why do strangers feel that other people do not have just as much right to be in the grocery store as they do? I shopped quickly, purchased only two dozen items and scooted out of others' way when needed. I know it's their problem, not mine, but I felt seriously bullied today by those casting glances of disapproval.
*sigh* Suppose it was just a sea of nobodies, and I'll hold out for the kind stranger who makes friendly chit chat while in line. Those people are few and far between these days, but I'm sure in an ocean of bitter shoppers, there might just be more than one would expect. And HEY, there's sunshine today so I'm not going to let those meanies hold me down!
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey
