(Sherman Oaks) A short kvetchy gal showed considerable self-control at Gelson's the other day, when she parked her cart, as opposed to her carcass, at the cashier's station and left for two seconds to collect a bag of beloved Lifesaver Pep-O-Mints. During her brief absence, a bad person sidelined her cart and stole her spot. "You moved my cart," the SJG said to the "perp" in question. "I asked the checker if the cart belonged to anybody," the woman said, smugly. Whereupon the SJG pondered what to do next:
1. Bitch slap her.
2. Recite the SJG Bill of Rights, a lengthy treatise that tends to run out of steam at the 20-minute mark.
3. Say nothing and hightail it to another line where she felt the love.
In a surprise decision, one that exhibited growth and maturity, the SJG picked number 3. She ignored the insensitive cart-mover, even when she called after her, "Hey! It's fine! Take your spot back! It's no big deal!"
In the universe of the SJG, everything is a big deal. Everything. But sometimes it's just better to walk away.
You are a better gal than me. I'd have been sorely tempted to employ option 1!
ReplyDeleteOh, Vicki, it took great restraint, let me tell ya!
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