Heart attack #1
I had my first heart attack of the day a few minutes ago.
I’m out grocery shopping. At my first stop, I used the restroom. An employee had just finished cleaning and was leaving as I went in. It was quiet, and I thought the restroom was empty. I entered the stall and just as I sat down, I heard a man’s voice in the next stall!
I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Then he broke into song:
“It’s been a long time…since you left me…”
It was a phone ringer belonging to the woman in the next stall.
Heart attack #2
Before I even had time to tell the kids that little story, I learned that a child who is begging me for anonymity had door-dinged the car next to us. This time it was more than just a bit of our paint – she chipped the paint off the other vehicle so that bare metal was exposed. This is going to rust unless it’s repaired.
This is becoming a Friday tradition. sigh. Now I have another one of those little notes out there in the wide world.
updated to add:
Heart attack #3
Last week when I left my first-ever note of the sort, I didn’t hear back from the owner of the car. This time, after a 3 hour delay, the owner called.
I knew it as soon as I saw the unfamiliar number on my cellphone, and I could hear my heart pounding as I answered the phone. She was very courteous as she introduced herself, and I thought she sounded just a little too business-like. While I wondered just how much this was going to cost, she laughed and assured me that her 9yo car had plenty of dents and scratches from her grandchildren – she wasn’t worried about our little addition.
This was quite generous on 2 levels – her car looked pristine to me, but I wasn’t going to argue. She said that she just called to thank me for leaving the note. She went on and on about that part. I won’t sing my own praises, but she certainly did. It makes me a little sad that common honesty seems so rare that people praise it so lavishly.
But wait – common honesty? As I was checking out at WalMart today, I saw the puzzled clerk ring up my green leaf lettuce as a Hass avocado. Judging from the expression on her face she knew she had it wrong but decided not to care. She bagged the lettuce and finished up my order. Without thinking twice, I decided I didn’t care either. I certainly would have spoken up if I were overcharged or if an item was missed, but who complains about being undercharged? I gladly left with my $.25 lettuce and several other bags in tow.
Now I’m not so sure it was the right thing to do, but I know they would be puzzled and scornful if I tried to correct it after the fact. In fact, doing so would probably cost them more in labor than it saved them, and I don’t know if I even have the receipt. If there’s a moral here, I guess it is don’t hesitate to do what’s right, even in the little things. Sometimes you only have one chance to get it right.