Emotional
The other day I went to the nearest Lidl for groceries. Nothing dramatic: some fruits and… fruits. Would be a usual day and nothing to write home about, but upon arriving at check-out I’ve discovered that I didn’t have my card with me……I’s paddling the previous week-end and then I don’t take my whole wallet with me. In order to keep it “lite” I take only my driving licence and my card, leaving the whole heft of the wallet at home. I usually put the plastic squares back in upon returning…
…but not this time. (Any chance I’m emotional?)
So I’m staring into my wallet and see no card, but discover a 100 SEK note. (As an after-thought: if I stared hard enough, would I discover more?) And I tell the cashier that I’ve forgotten my card at home, but I have 100 SEK. And if my purchase costs more, then I’d have to abstain of some of it.
And then… (the heaven should crack at this point) a man, that checked-out before me, says: I pay gladly for you and you can swish me that amount.
A short mute scene… and then I say that I don’t have my mobile with me, but thank you nonetheless.
…I don’t always have my mobile with me. And the last I’ve paddled, I’ve forgotten it in the car (am I emotional or what?) And I expected to meet hordes of seals just lying there staring at me, because I had nothing to take a photo with. (When you have your mobile, they dive into water as soon as you appear at the horizon. They let yachts and motorboats pass “without a turn of their cabbage head”, but get all agitated, when I’m splashing by in my totally ecological and sustainable vessel. Unfair, to put it mildly… and where can I complain?)
…The man stays put while I’m digging up wee coins that’d add to 112 SEK of my purchase and then, when it was obvious that the matter is settled, he just disappears with a light nod and I don’t even have a chance to thank him properly for being there for me.
...cried the whole 35 min on my way home. Am I emotional or what?
There are men on this planet. And I am so sorry, for my own sake, that I always busy with my own emotions, when I should just enjoy the treat that Fortune sent me.
Comments (12)
It sais "when giving don't let the other hand know" meaning don't brag, but I'll do an exception here and now lol, since you brought up the theme.
I was in line like you, not at ICA but our equivalent KIWI, huge food store chain here.
Girl in front of me was shopping beer, and cigs too cos it was, guess what... her BIRTHDAY!
She just turned 18 that day and could now finally buy herself! Legally, whoo hoo!
The man (...wrong word) behind the counter said
you can not make this up... "what time of the day?" . . .
I did not know what was supposed to be the right answer to that, and not her too but her answer made him go "naa you have a few hours left, you can not buy this"
Guess what I did?
On the one hand... it's not good for you to smoke.
On the other hand... who am I to say?
On the third hand... they never learn what things cost until they have paid rent for the 6 months.
But I understand that you've made her day and now you are the legend!
(I am totally in support of what you did. But not of support of smoking. Which isn't the point in the context.)
Can I have my cigarettes please. Please ms Ratchet? Please.
I lived at Rambergsvallen i 1990.
Vestra Andersgårdsgatan, nummer... kommer inte ihåg.
Eksisterer White Corner fortfarande? En disco i stan, vi var der ofte faktisk.
...there they kept you so close... Joe Dassin?
Please, not ABBA. Pretty please!
Where did I work?
I hope, you had a very good time :)
Oh she was a keeper, but I was too young and dumb to get it.