The weekend was really good. I reconnected with old high school friends, finished my window pane/chicken wire project and made a yummy dessert. And Sunday when I was on a home project high, I decided to stop by Goodwill just to see what might strike me. Sean and I had just come from shopping for a Dyson, and although he agreed we need one, we left without it. Our current vacuum sucks. It’s fine on the hardwoods, but on the carpet it basically just spins and does absolutely nothing to pick anything up. So, I was disappointed and whined about it on the way over to Goodwill.
When we got to Goodwill, I searched the home goods for a diamond in the rough and the shoes to find my very own pair of cowboy boots. No luck on the boots, but I found a vintage typewriter I really wanted. I envisioned it in my home office (that I don’t have), or as a guest book at our wedding (that already happened). So even though it was only $12, I have no need for a vintage typewriter. And that shit is HEAVY. Anyway, as I was still longing for that Dyson we left behind and the vintage typewriter, I was reminded just how lucky I am to have the frivolous things I already have. The woman in line in front of us (Sean was buying a book), had to put back a couple of items because she didn’t have enough money for them. One of the items was a toy for her child. It was $1.99. Her child was really disappointed that the toy had to be put back, but the other items she was purchasing such as clothing, were more important. I desperately wanted to chime in and offer money to buy the child a toy. But I felt like it might be rude, or that it would be taken the wrong way. I also didn’t want to embarrass her and make her think that the line behind her was paying attention to what was going on. Ugh. So I left and did nothing.
And like I was being punished, I saw it again! This time it was 100 times worse. I’d moved on to Walgreens to pick up a prescription and the lady in front of me was picking up some meds for her daughter. Her doctor wrote 3 prescriptions, but she only had money for one, so she was trying to decide with the pharmacist which one to buy. Now, if I was the pharmacist, I would be broke because any time that happened I would just buy the other prescriptions because my heart was literally breaking. So I’m standing in line behind her, trying to make eye contact with the pharmacist to show that I will just pay for it, but I’m failing at this. And again, I don’t want to be rude or disrespectful and tell the lady that I’ll pay for it because really I don’t know how people feel about that. I’m looking at the little girl standing there next to her mom and I feel like the worst person ever. A couple of hours ago I was whining about not getting a Dyson, and these people have real issues. It was definitely a reality check for me. And since I know you’re wondering, I sucked it up and said something. I thought the worst thing that could happen to me is that she would say no. So I offered, and she said no. I don’t regret it though. Had I walked away and said nothing, I would have felt far worse.
Has this ever happened to you?