It’s been a while since we’ve had coffee, the desire was there, the time was scarce. November 8th was the last time we had coffee and I didn’t even ask how things were going with you. I hope they’re going well. There’s a good chance that I will not be able to visit your coffee posts this week again…I have an early morning tomorrow and still lots of preparation to do.
I visited the juice bar at the mall today. I got there at closing time and the attendants were taking the final orders for the day and had started cleaning the machines.
I love nothing better than to boost my fruit and veggie juice with wheatgrass but today they had started cleaning that particular machine already.
The cashier called out to me with her hand outstretched. As I got closer I saw she was trying to give me money. It was the difference for the wheatgrass she couldn’t supply me with and the rest of the juice. She explained that she couldn’t give me wheatgrass because the machine was being cleaned for the day. I was ok with that, accepted the money and told her that it was fine. I worked as a cashier at department store in my student days so I know what it is like to face the public on a daily basis, not being sure how they will react to an unmet expectation.
She was quite surprised at my reaction (or lack thereof) and as she handed me my juice, gave me a voucher for a free wheatgrass booster the next time I come around. This surprised me because there was absolutely no need to do this.
“Oh, you don’t have to do this, I understand.” I said.
“But many people don’t, and you have been so understanding that I want to give you this voucher as a thank you,” she said.
I was touched by the gesture and upset that there are people who will argue over a small thing as not getting wheatgrass in their juice.
Being polite and considerate should be part of our default setting as human beings. Why is it so rare that it needs to be rewarded?
It’s crazy at the shops today. It’s Friday. Black Friday! And this country at the tip of Africa, has adopted this American tradition!
The petrol attendant was very surprised when I got out of my car and took a walk to the pavement whilst he was busy filling up the petrol tank. As soon as I saw this I could not resist capturing it to remind me to live in the now.
The “blank eyed stare at the computer screen with fingers poised on the keyboard” malaise is back! What do I write about? As I sit looking out at the runway watching planes take off and land, it is easy to lose myself in that.
Easier compared to writing.
I want to get a blog post completed before boarding the plane to Joburg. It is a short one, probably just these lines.
Oh yes, and I could use a good night’s sleep -“good” as in “rested”.