In all I am, do, and will write, my aim is to hit God's mark. I will have moments of being misguided as I am not perfect, but know that I serve a God that loves me through it all.
Woman ONE: visibly pregnant, toddler in heavily laden grocery cart, three more small children following behind. Fumbling with her car keys, scooting the children into their car seats while juggling the cart to keep it from running away unattended. Many people, including store employees, walking by, not one asking if assistance were needed.
Woman TWO: dressed for the office and walking quickly. In her hands was a small purse and her car keys. Following behind her was a teenage store employee pushing a small 'half' cart with ONE grocery bag in it. The bag was placed in her trunk by the teenager while she unlocked her car, got in and never even turned to thank him.
Woman ONE: elated at the timing of a store employee walking by her car just as she had finished emptying her cart and was busy checking all the children's seat belts, kindly asked the employee if he would take her cart back to the store as he was heading that way. Received an annoyed frown from said teenager. Feeling obligated to explain why she needed this little itty bitty piece of assistance as she pointed out the four littles in her car and her bulging abdomen. Cart was removed from her reluctantly.
Woman TWO: sped out of the parking lot within a minute of leaving the store. The night's dinner most likely in the grocery bag prepared and ready to eat as she walked into her home.
Woman ONE: turned out of the parking lot a good ten minutes after leaving the store...and on her way home to unload groceries, put away groceries and start making dinner...which, by this time was going to be VERY late. Whiny, hungry children and husband expected.
Which woman would you like to be? Me, I'm quite content being woman ONE. Can't say I didn't practice my share of crabbiness by the time I got home, though.
Hey! I've decided to be woman one too. We've just begun to find out just how much this world (and our extended family) hate children! Isn't it a culture clash?
My shopping habits can beat... some others... sometimes...
No matter how many children I am hauling around, I enjoy the courteous employees at my local grocery store (even the teen-agers)... and that's why I shop there. :) And what makes unloading groceries a snap, is parking near or next to the cart-return area.
Thanks for your funny article. I enjoy a good chuckle.
Posted by Pro-active Mom at 5:18 PM, May. 13, 2008
