My wife and I went shopping at the local hardware store. We paced the isles but
could not find what we were looking for.
So, I walked up to the counter, asked the clerk where twine would be. She
answered, “Three rows down and at the end of isle three.”
I thanked the gal most kindly. Seemed to be right up to snuff. ‘Cuz she knew just
where the twine was stacked, along with ropes and stuff.
‘Bout then my wife decided she would need a new paint brush. So, she hurried to
the counter, but the clerk said, “What’s the rush?”
While shopping in this tiny store you’ll be within earshot of every word you say or
hear. A fact, like it or not.
My wife politely asked the clerk. “Paint brushes and paint pan?” But the clerk
had her agenda. Said, “You with that poor old man?”
I must admit I looked around to check who that might be. Then sure enough it
registered. The poor old man was me!
The young gal called me, ”Poor old man.” She spoke it right out loud. I swear she
laughed a little. Did it make her feel so proud?
Her unkind words came echoing like piercing to the gut. I wish she’d used some
filter. Maybe kept her big mouth shut.
The graying hair that’s on my face shows proof of getting old. My mug looks worn
and tired. It’s the wrinkles I’ve been told.
I dang near told the clerk, “Ace Hardware’s looking good right now!” I felt the
pangs of damaged pride but calmed myself somehow.
I’d have to be a knucklehead to think that I’m not old. But it kinda hurt my
feelings when I heard the words she told.
So, I set my thoughts to thinking ‘bout the unkind words I say. And from now on
I’ll change them to a nicer, kinder way.