We're All Human

I went out for awhile this morning and was regretting as soon as I walked into the West Milwaukee Pick n' Save.  Someone was anxious to get their cart in the store and get in there fast. I stepped out of the man's way and he knocked over some holidays displays that they had as he went on his search.  That still annoys me.  Jerk.  I picked up the stuff and tried to put it back the best I could.  It just made me mad.  I'm so tired of the no consideration attitude people have more than usual.  

I went on my walk and decided to torment myself with Jonathan Karl's latest book about the 2024 election.  It didn't bother me.  Just a reminder of what a bad time it was.  Well we're not living in happy times by any means.  I was really interested to hear more about the Jack Smith stuff that's supposed to be in the book.  I wish they would have done an open hearing.  I really would have liked to have heard more from him.  So disappointing. 

I couldn't seem to find my blueberry flavored Sparkling Ice and after my encounters in the stores, I thought maybe I could try Metro Market on my way back.  They have a cross walk where you can push the button to get cars to stop.  It didn't seem like the cars were paying attention to it from what I gathered as I approached the light and noticed others trying to cross so I knew what I was getting into as it was my turn.  The cars headed north stopped.  One car heading south didn't stop but I did and I was like Woah, lady.  I didn't yell, but I put my finger and said out loud, You're not even paying attention!  She looked at me as she passed and shook her head.  I thought Oh, yeah, I'm in the wrong.  Whatever.  No.  Contrary to my past encounters with idiots I didn't flip her off or curse.  After what I saw at Pick n' Save this seemed mild in comparison.  

I just got a few cans of my favorite drink, some treats for Precious and as I was leaving the do it yourself check out line, I got approached by a woman as I was about ready to leave.  She put her hand on my arm and she apologized.  She admitted she was the driver who wasn't paying attention.

I was floored.  She said I'm so sorry.  I said Wow, thank you for saying that.  I really appreciate it.  I was glad I didn't flip her off because she looked like she was about ready to cry.  I said you're ok.  We're all human.  

Have I ever not paid attention and done something like that?  Yes.

I said you're a good person for approaching me and I appreciate it.  She asked if I was mad and I said of course no and wished her a Merry Christmas.

Do you know how much it means to someone when you apologize like this?  It means a lot.

I think she's a nice lady who just wasn't paying attention.  I don't think she's entitled or mean.  She might have been feeling overwhelmed because it was Christmas Eve.  I can't say I wouldn't have done the same.  It's not because I won't admit that I made a mistake.  It's because I'm afraid of people cursing me out.  I could see the compassion and that it was important for her to say she's sorry.  I've gotten apologies in my life and most of them weren't sincere.  This was sincere and from the heart.

It's nice to know that there are decent humans.  

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