Saturday, January 26, 2013
I learned a lesson at Wal-Mart this morning and it humbled me.
I go grocery shopping with Joan and we have an understanding: I stay out of her way and she lets me go grocery shopping with her. Usually I wander the electronics aisle or sporting goods or DVD’s or something to just occupy my time. Joan phones me when it’s time to check out. I think it’s a win-win. I’m not really concerned with what paper towels we use and she has no desire to compare hack and slash movies.
After she called this morning I got stuck in the slow lane, lol In front of me was a lady with a cart and you could tell from her posture and pace she was on a mission. Blue tooth firmly planted in her ear she was talking to someone as she quickly advanced on two people side by side, with carts that were moving at a leisurely pace. She’d edge close to them and back off, edge close and back off. I decided to make an illegal pass and use the adjacent aisle usually reserved for cart traffic going the other direction. It was then I’d heard the crash. Shopper on a mission ran into shopper out to brose. Ever been hit from behind by a shopping cart? It usually runs up the back of your ankles and to use a scientific term sends you skittering- catty -wampus in an unknown direction. The offending party turned bright red and began offering all sorts of apologies. Her daughter was here, her son was there, she had to pick up her hubby and they had a movie to go to and dinner with friends and she needed fabric softener and don’t you know” I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH TIME.” By the way, I’m sorry I hit you.
Who does, have enough time that is? Isn’t this our eternal excuse?” I’d love to exercise, but I don’t have the time, family and work comes first.” Who the he** argues with that logic?” “Quiet time is nice John but are you kidding? With everything I have going on……” Oh, I forgot, stress is a natural part of our lives, no?
The impact of what happened didn’t hit me until I arrived home later this morning. I’m that shopper with a purpose. I’m in such a hurry to get………….? “Where am I in a hurry to get to?” I put 10 pounds of sugar in a 5 pound sack. I claim to be mindful but I let circumstances dictate how I use my time. What kind of stuff can I live without but choose not to because it rubs against social norms and dictates, so I convince myself I “need” it? Smart phones, IPads, social media all make it easier to cram more stuff in and then I wonder how come I over eat emotionally at times.
For those of you over 50 you might recall a really great Broadway play called “Stop the World I Want to Get Off.” When I reach the point in my life, where I physically or emotionally run over other shoppers it’s time to take inventory.
So I was humbled my dearest reader. Humbled that I too hop on the treadmill and often judge my worth by how busy I truly am. I didn’t see it coming Life isn’t worth that, is it?