Well, the other day I was in the Giant again, and she saw me up by the registers, and she thanked me, because the Giant had apparently made a little fuss over her, printed out my email and posted it, and placed a copy in her folder. She said, "You really didn't have to go to the trouble of sending an email - all I was doing was doing my job."
In one of the rare moments of cranial celerity that come my way, I said, "Yes, but don't you know how special you are just because you do your job!?"
That being a rhetorical question, she answered with a smile and a thanks again. But ever since, I have been thinking about how well things go when we just do what we're supposed to do.
And, as with the woman we talked about yesterday who bemoaned the crime-ridden status of her neighborhood, I thought about how well things go when we DON'T do the things we're not supposed to do!
|We all want a cookie.|
I guess it is true; life is simple when we follow simple rules. Such as: don't rob banks, don't sell narcotics, don't shoot other people on the street, don't drive 87 mph on a suburban road, don't get all liquored up and drive anything anywhere, don't shoplift, don't lie.
On the other hand, if you have a job, go do it, as you're supposed to. Be on time, be properly groomed and attired, be pleasant and cooperative. Treat people kindly and fairly. If you're married or in a committed relationship, don't have sex with people other than your significant other. Keep your property decent looking, try to be a good neighbor, don't let your dog run all over the neighborhood leaving poop on other people's yards. If you're a member of a neighborhood watch group, don't confuse yourself with Dirty Harry and go chasing people down, leading to fatal consequences.
Do what you know is right and things will be better! I know I'm going to try.