By Kit Morgan
Years ago I was standing in the checkout line of a grocery store in an upscale neighborhood. There were two people in front of me. The checker was a young woman that looked to be in her early twenties. Now this particular neighborhood had a lot of rich folks in it. Many were nice, some not so much.
Unfortunately for the poor checker, the woman she was checking out was one of the latter. “What’s the matter with you?” the woman snapped. “Can’t you speed things up? Are you stupid?”
That’s the line that caught everyone’s attention. Our heads came up as one and we stared at the checker, whose eyes were misting with tears, “I’m doing the best that I can,” the young checker said apologetically.
The woman, who was short, plump, and had on a lot of jewelry as I recall shot back.“No you’re not,” the woman spat. “You can’t even do your job right.”
That did it … But before I could say anything, the guy behind me spoke up. “Leave her alone and get out of the line, lady. Go home, have a cup of whatever and chill out!”
The rest of us looked at him, then the woman, who looked about to blow. She scrunched up her face, making her eyes look beady, and glared at him. I’ll never forget that look, and have used it as a signature look for one of my reader’s favorite characters, Mrs. Dunnigan.
Thankfully, by this time the checker was finished. The woman turned her glare on her, grabbed her bag of groceries and stomped away. What happened next though, brought the checker to full tears.
Words of kindness flowed from everyone. The man behind me even tipped the girl twenty dollars as she was ringing me up for going above and beyond in dealing with the woman, then said he was going to speak to the manager about what a fine job she did.
I myself hugged her before I left, leaving her to more words of praise and kindness from everyone behind me. It’s not that she did anything special to deal with the bully, she held her tongue, but if left unchecked the woman would have continued to berate and belittle the poor checker.
No one deserves to be treated like that when they’re simply doing their job. And everyone in line let her know it. I watched her thank and hug the people that were behind me and left knowing that the girl would focus on the kindness given, and not the harsh treatment of a bully.
About the author: Kit Morgan loves creating stories of hope and love in her little log cabin in the woods in the great Pacific Northwest. Learn more about Kit and her books at: https://www.facebook.com/