Frazzled Marc, half way through my 40s!

Frazzled Marc, half way through my 40s!
Frazzled Marc, half way through my 40s!

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Right Place at the Right Time

After work the other evening, I stopped at the local supermarket to mail a letter. The supermarket has a small post office open during business hours. Yes, some people STILL use snail mail.

While I was walking into the supermarket, a visibly flustered woman ran right into me. With no apology, she looked at me, shook her head and continued on. Okaaaay, I thought, someone is having a bad day with a side of crazy.

I continued inside and made a left to the little post office. My heart sank. The line was 15 people deep and all I needed was a stamp. I let out a deep sigh. I wasn’t going to wait 30 minutes for just a stamp! The letter would have to be mailed tomorrow.

I turned around and headed out to my car. At least, I thought, I got a parking space close to the building. I suddently noticed a car backing up quickly while a teenager was walking behind it. I yelled “HEY!” but the driver didn’t notice. I immediately slammed my hands down on the front hood of the car screaming “STOP!”

The person braked hard and looked up at me. It was the flustered woman who ran into me while I entered the supermarket. I adamantly pointed to the teenager now frozen behind the car. She turned her head around, looked at him, and then looked at me.

“Thank you.” she mouthed to me. She looked as if she were about to burst into tears. The kid now continued walking and yelled, “Thanks!”

Sometimes you are just in the right place at the right time.

1 comment:

  1. You were an angel to both of them that day.

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