Monday, April 29, 2024
Today I am grateful for mini heartprints. I’ve had a slew of them lately. I decided to go to the pool yesterday, because the window washers are here today, so I knew I wouldn’t get to the class.
After 20 minutes of HARD aerobics, realizing my instructor was a real bitch. . .me. . .I decided to swim laps until my shoulder said, “No more, idiot!” I probably did ten or twelve of various strokes. Not bad.
I met two new friends at the pool, one a lifeguard, one a woman doing her own thing, like me. That’s always fun. I tried to encourage the walker to come to some classes, but she is in physical therapy and might not be ready for them. Yet.
After that I went to get bread to make PBJ sandwiches today and a few other things. I don’t like using self-checkout, even though I only had a few items, so I got in line. Mia, the checker, was so sweet and friendly. Not only did she smile, she chatted as much as you can with a short order. Delightful. So, I told her. And then I found her manager and told her, too. Because I believe that if you’re going to bitch about something, you also have to compliment about something, too.
Next, at Wawa, to buy Himself a newspaper, I worried there were none left. But they were just on the bottom rack. So, I reached down, grabbed a bunch and loaded the higher rack. The lady behind the counter thanked me. “I’ve been trying to get to it, but it’s been busy.”
We were having a nice, brief chat about something when a rude man rushed in and said, “Do you have any ice?” He would have known they did if he had noticed our icy stares! She and I ignored him and chatted a little more, but he wouldn’t be shut up and interrupted again, loudly. She dealt with him, kindly and patiently and I left.
I wonder if that poor sap knows how close he came to becoming eviscerated by me verbally? Not all heartprints are soft and tender. I’m still sorry I didn’t let him have it. I mean, if he had come in and said, “Where are your tourniquets? My wife is bleeding out in the car and I need help.” I would have ripped off my shirt to put pressure on her wound. But ice? Gimme a break.
So instead of dwelling on that nasty tidbit, I choose to remember my new pool friend and the wonderful checkers at Shop Rite and Wawa. The point is, heartprints don’t have to be huge. Even the mini ones pack a punch! BING! Heartprint.
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