…sometimes doesn’t pay.
I just got back from the grocery store.
As I was returning the cart I noticed that the person who had returned the cart right before me had left what looked like a gift card in the basket.
The man was still there, so I rushed over to let him know that he had left it behind.
He thanked me. More than once. And no matter how many times I hinted that the conversation was over, he kept talking.
I detest being rude, so I spent the next few minutes inching closer and closer to my car so I could make my get-away without hurting the man’s feelings.
I was only a few feet away from my car when the man decided to solidify our budding friendship by insulting President Trump.
I’m SO tired of that. He was obviously about to say more, so I gently informed him that I support President Trump.
I had assumed I would be allowed to politely leave, but no. It was as if I had flipped a switch and become not the nice person the man had just been complimenting, but The Enemy. He wasn’t quite yelling at me as I got into my car, but he wasn’t that far off.
Nice to know we still live in a civil society.