To my folks in retail and fast food or any industry where you have to work and provide service to people particularly during this time of year….Thank you.
Last night, well at 12am, I went to Wal-Mart across town… on the southside. First and LAST time. I can’t do ratchet! But its the only Wal-Mart near me open 24hrs. Maaaannnn!!!
People…patrons…customers….shoppers…who have no care…. kill me. It reminded me of my 3 day employment at New York & Co. I said “to hell” with folding shirts and catering to rude, disrespectful, and entitled people!
But….back to Wal-Mart
So as I shopped, I found myself talking to a few associates and customers because I just like to talk to people.
One lady, whom I shall call “Glamma,” whonworked at Wal-Mart was the nost memorable. She was strutting in her high calf boots (which I wanted for myself), mini dress, and elf-hat. She looked like new Mrs. Claus…and I don’t mean Martha. She was the kind of fierce older woman that would have the older men skipping the blood pressure meds and water pills! She was bad!
As I looked over at the cute boots in stock….yes, I buy clothes from Wal-Mart because I could care less for labels and I’m still cute. Anyway… as I looked at the boots, Glamma and I talked for a few minutes. She was busy putting away shoes and separating the toys and other items left in her department. She spoke about her family and her children, and how she was happy to have never had to bring her kids out to the store at 2-3am to shop or keep them out past 10pm on a school night. All this because we could hear the children getting fussy on other aisles and parents screaming “If you don’t stop crying, I am putting these toys back!”
It’s 2am…your toddler should be fussing!
Anyway…. Glamma and I talked some more and she joked about her days of smoking weed to just mellow out from the chaos of her kids running around as a single parent working 2 jobs at times to provide for them. She roared with laughter and said… “But they turned out okay!” She was preparing for them to come home for the holidays. Her son and his wife purchased a home last year and are celebrating their first Christmas with her first grandbaby. Her daughter is a college student so Glamma works at Wal-Mart part time to help with her daughter’s tuition and expenses. After some small talk and not finding the boots that I REALLY wanted, I told Glamma “Merry Christmas” and went on my way.
But…..my joys came to a screeching stop when I came across this ghetto-ass family! Here they were out with kids at 2am, and the “adults” in the party were riding bikes, bouncing the balls, throwing toys at each other, and cursing at EVERYONE. The guy with him, seemingly the ring leader, “Junior,” who probably didn’t have two nickels to rub together but because he seemed like the jackass the family members were afraid to say something to, he paraded with his obnoxious behavior. He was loud and dropped a F bomb and “sh*t” in every other word. Mind you with 3 kids in the basket. They pondered over toys and bikes for hours. These people (yes THESE PEOPLE) almost broke into a fight because the cashier at the self-checkout line checked them about their behavior when they joked about sneaking stuff in bags. They refused to stop with the profanity, and I guess “Big Mama” went in about how she needed to speak to the supervisor because she didnt like her attitude.
Big Mama fussed and fussed, which led to her fussing out Junior who rode off on the bike. Big Mama left, but apparently the rest of the entourage and Junior had to “keep shopping.” The police were called and told them to buy their items and go. Many of the items, they put back in the checkout line or chucked in the candy basket. But they got the bike. And Junior had the nerve to go on facebook live to talk about how they were getting kicked out for no reason.
After leaving that trainwreck, I went to Cookout…because Thank Heavens and Sweet Baby Jesus they are open til like 5am! I waited in that long line, because apparently everyone was hungry too. As I was waiting, a patron in the other lane blew a huge puff of smoke as he grabbed his food from the young boy. I proceeded with my order… my Chicken sandwich tray double onion rings, and sweet tea. Don’t judge me. I got my total and said, “Thank you and Merry Christmas” as I pulled forward.
Now..again..it’s like 3am…and at this point its Christmas Eve. So I made it to the window, 4 crew members came over. Staring in my truck. I thought they were going to tell me I had to reorder because they were out of chicken. One girl had tears in her eyes. And I was thinking, “It’s just chicken! It ain’t that serious.”
But the cashier opened the window and said… “You made our night. No one has said Merry Christmas to us all night. You have no idea what that means to us, and now its Christmas Eve and we are still working.” She looked like a young high school to college age student. I thanked her and again left my wishes and carried my hips home (again at 3am).
As I drove home, I thought of my son who is with his dad this holiday season and they will come over for Christmas morning.
Yes….we co-parent (I can help you get to a point where you dont want to kill him -check out my coaching services and let’s connect.
But, I thought about the impressions I make on him when he sees me speaking to people in public or hears the language I use in conversation. I was reminded of how much children watch and DO what they see. So when they are cutting up and acting a fool in school or public…it’s a generally a reflection of you and what you have taught or failed to teach them at home.
I thought of Glamma and those young people at the drive-thru. The looks on their faces were enough to remind me that people lose their damn minds during this time of year. And for what? A few hastags and likes on your social media accounts. It’s Christmas… and while we may get caught up in the hype of buying gifts and shopping, let us not forget the sacrifices that have been made by those before us, walking among us, and standing next to us. If you are out today and using a service, be kind to the person at work. Tell them Happy Holidays. You never know how your words may impact them.