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Janet pushes her cart through the crowded store. It takes all her self control to not run over the woman who has the isle blocked while talking on her cell phone. In a burst of ire, she coughs loudly and glares at the woman until she moves to the side so Janet can pass. She completely misses the sadness in the woman’s apology, or that the call had obviously been troubling to the woman.
Man, people are so rude these days. Everyone acts like the world just revolves around them! Don‘t these people realize that I have things to do too?
It seemed like an eternity before she finally gathered all the items on her list. Throughout the store, she is blocked time after time by people she perceives are deliberately being rude. As she finally checks the last item off her list, she heads toward the checkout lanes. She felt as if luck had finally smiled on her, when she noticed the woman at the number 12 checkout lane had just emptied her cart and was ready to leave. Speeding up, she made a bee line for the cashier.
“Sorry deary, this lane’s mine!” A little old lady crabbed at her and slipped an over burdened cart ahead of her before she had a chance to react.
Fuming, she scanned the other checkout lanes and saw only one person in line a few lanes down. Whipping her cart down and into line, she smiled smugly to herself. That is, until she realized the cashier was in training. He was having a great deal of difficulty learning how to operate his register.
Ten, fifteen, then twenty minutes passed before the young man finally finished ringing up the items for the customer ahead of her. All the while Janet’s blood was boiling. Her inpatients causing her anger to seethe at yet another delay. Her ire is obvious to everyone as she loudly sighs and taps her manicured nails on the handle of her cart.
Oh my God, is there anyone on this planet that is slower?
Fifteen minutes later, Janet stomps away from the register. The cashier’s sincere apology is lost to her ears as she berates him for his incompetence. Beads of sweat cover her face and her breathing is labored as she gives full vent to her anger. She is fuming that she has been pushed behind schedule by so many incompetent people.
It figures that I would end up with the worlds biggest moron as my cashier. I mean really, how do these people survive? Couldn‘t I just get one day in my life when I didn‘t have to deal with such stupid people?
Meanwhile up in heaven the Father looks down, sadly shaking His head. Jesus sits on his right side observing the scene as well.
“She failed again.”
“Yes son, she failed again.” the Father sighed sadly. “I keep hoping she will realize how ungodly her attitude is. I touch her spirit often, but she ignores my gentle reminders. I give her chances to practice patients and kindness every day. I remind her to behave in a way that is pleasing and to make right choices, but to no avail. It saddens me greatly, but I know I will have to chasten her soon if she keeps ignoring me. ”
Back in the parking lot, Janet pushes her cart to the front of her car. She ignores the signs requesting they be placed in the cart returns, and disregards the gentle tug of guilt. She climbs into her car and hurries on to her home. She drives on without a thought given to her actions. Sadly, in her mind it is everyone else who is wrong.
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