dear lady

Dear lady in the check-out line at Sobeys who the whole time the cashier rang in your stuff you were on the phone… So how ARE you? Uh huh, uh huh…. and in this way you managed to ignore her, the cashier I mean, even as she gave you the amount and set up the ATM machine and thanked you and printed out your receipt and handed it to you… all during that you never once made eye contact… And how is Brittany? Uh huh… oh wow… uh huh…

Yes, it’s true, I was watching you. And listening. Forgive me. I assumed you wouldn’t mind given how your personal space (and everyone else’s) doesn’t seem overly important to you. Forgive me also for any sarcasm you may detect in this note, of which there is plenty, especially if Brittany, et al, are in the throes of dysentry or scurvy and you are their ward nurse, checking in (though even that could probably have waited until you were in the parking lot).

Mostly, dear lady, I’m writing to say how much you missed. The cashier was a lovely person and when, after you left, it was my turn, and I said to her, in an exaggerated way: So, how are YOU?…  she got it and laughed (please don’t think we were mocking you although we were) and then as she rang in my yellow tulips and my spinach we talked about Spring and she said she was thinking of planting her first garden ever in Canada this year, flowers mostly, and I suggested including a few tomatoes and some lettuce and she said she would do that even if her husband thought she was mental. And I said good. Because the world needs more gardens.

That is what the world needs, dear lady. Gardens. And conversations with people who are standing right in front of you.

14 thoughts on “dear lady

  1. Exactly! Too bad she will never read your post, though, since she’s obviously so consumed by her cell phone. As John Lennon sang: Life is what happens to you/ While you’re busy making other plans

    1. So true. I love the buddhist saying, something like: “Eat your oatmeal. Then wash your bowl.” Reminds me to just be in the moment, whatever it is.

      At least I think it’s a buddhist saying. It’s been rattling round my head so long, could be I made it up. Still works for me though. And I do like oatmeal… ;)

  2. We see this sometimes here in Summerside too. Drives Thelma crazy. She always chats to cashiers. I, of course, smile and nod, while packing bags in the cart like a good sherpa.

  3. Carin, in case your efforts to make the world a nicer place sometimes feels hopeless, I get it, and I agree with you every step of the way.

  4. I agree with your comments also. It so often is rude society we deal with.

    Unfortunately it also works the other way too. I have been standing there while the cashier and bagger talk, ignoring the fact that I, their paying customer, am right there.

    1. Oh my. Yes. Those long-winded conversations! I’m sometimes tempted to slip a note across counter suggesting they meet for coffee later.
      It’s all balance, right? A few kind words never go amiss. Emphasis on the ‘few’. ;)

  5. I so agree with your post! See this in grocery lines, coffee shops, the bank… My teller friend waves people on the phone to one side “until they are ready” and then deals with the next person in line. She is very polite and cheerful about it but refuses to help someone on the phone. I think she’s found a wonderful way to make the point. Others should follow her lead.

    1. Oh I love that. The perfect solution. And the fact that she does it politely… that must just grate the ‘chatterer’! Brilliant. :)

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