Shall I tell you about the time... Picture it. Auburn Hills, Michigan. 2001. America had just endured the attacks on the World Trade Center, Pentagon and our collective soul. Thousands of lives had been lost. Heroes of a caliber I cant even conceive rushed INTO burning buildings. We all were humbled. And I, took the bus to Wal~Mart and purchased a pair of pants for my work uniform. The rollback pricing looked too good to be true & apparently an associate fixed the sign on my from the dressing room to the check-out lane. When I went back to the display table to meet someone there to prove I was being cheated, I behaved in the most shameful way I have ever behaved in public. I picked up the store intercom and begin ranting about how we were all being cheated. I urged everyone to lay down their purchases and walk out of the store. (This isnt what happened last week!!! Have you all got amnesia??? They just cheated us!!! Only my behavior WASNT funny. It wasnt permissible. It certainly wasnt kind. It was raw, unprocessed anger. Of which I will forever remain deeply, deeply ashamed.) ANYTIME, I encounter a dissatisfied customer in life (and I feel my blood pressure rising), I am reminded of one simple Blessing: AT LEAST THEY ARE NOT ME. #karma
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 06:23:48 +0000
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