I was walking down the frozen aisle and saw a little girl, oh, 3 or so, wearing 5 or 6 headbands at one time. I thought it bold, and the kind of out-of-the-box thinking that should be rewarded with some verbal affirmation. And so this:
Me: I love your headbands; they’re totally working.
Her (scowling): You’re a boy.
Me (pleased): Thank you.
And the last customer interaction of the day:
Eli and an older gentleman go for the same opening in an otherwise very crowded aisle. Both of us stop, to allow the other to pass.
Older Gentleman: Oh, excuse me miss, I mean sir.
Me (walking through the opening): No problem.
So there you have it: children and the elderly, per usual, get it.
Be nice to yourselves,
Your Pal Eli