I was standing third in line at Walmart recently, holding a toaster that I was returning. The toaster was recently purchased and proved to be defective. I’d had it long enough that the box and sales receipt were long gone. But that’s not really the point, is it? The man being served was an older gentleman who used two canes for walking, so that understandably took some time. The young man ahead of me in line was cashing his paycheck, which it turns out, was his last as he was moving on to employment elsewhere. Good for him. His new job would pay more and give him better hours. I know all of this because I couldn’t help hearing the entire conversation. Maybe now he’ll be making enough to open a bank account. All to the good, but do we in line need to know that narrative? I’m thinking . . . . . . Continue reading “Who Tells Your Story? Just Not Now”
I'm Thinking...No! 