Today, I planned to have the oil changed in my vehicle, then go to Nana’s/visit Mom. My plan was to go pick up a few items in the way of groceries when I finished visiting. Unfortunately, my truck broke down as I was en route. Jamie had to pick me up, and he had my Explorer towed to the shop (again). I was feeling quite pathetic.
Tonight, I drove his car to our local convenience store. As I was standing in line, ready to pay for my “Dulce de Leche” bottled Frappuccino; I heard the bottle smash the floor! I didn’t even feel it slip from my grip.
My Mom is right; my feelings are expressed in my facial cues/body language. For, I thought I handled the accident well…but, Sue, immediately said to me in her motherly tone, as she was finishing with a customer and rushing from behind the counter to hug me (and clean up the mess I had unintentionally made), “Now, don’t you worry about that; just go get you another one…it is okay!”
She then proceeded to clean up my mess, while refusing the help to clean that I offered. I tried to pick up the large glass pieces as she was making her way to the customer side of the counter, and she was being “such a Mom” telling me (worrisome and sweetly), “DON’T CUT YOURSELF! Let me get it!” I begrudgingly obeyed, and went to get another Frappuccino.
Another girl was being so sweet…she instructed me to go to the empty register where she could ring me up. I offered (and expected) to pay for the drink I dropped, she would not allow that. She told me, “It happens to all of us, it’s okay.” 😕 I continued to offer to pay for the drink I had dropped, and she told me not to worry about it!
I felt guilty as I was walking out of the store, I couldn’t even stay long enough to thank Sue, again (the tears were due at any moment); so, I asked the girl who was so nice if she could tell Sue that I said “thank you.”
This day has been a major FAIL!