Shopping for Presence
"I always choose the wrong line," I fumed in my head. Here we go... "Price Check!" Dang. W ith only a few items in my cart, I regretted having forgone the self-checkout, even if it required translating the Spanish. Finally,10 minutes later another clerk came to examine their receipt. I couldn't believe what I saw next. The folks in front of me removed items from their overflowing cart of already-bagged groceries and put them back on the conveyor belt. They started ringing in every item, again. "Holy guacamole, they've got to be kidding!" I thought. " Should I stay or should I go? Why didn't they let me go through first?" My frustration level wasn't helping as my mind encouraged me to believe I was in an urgent hurry, when I wasn't. Switch lanes, or stay in my lane? No decision was also a decision. I urged myself to take a few deep breaths, and muster some patience and presence... I could: listen to the sounds of th...