It’s that time of year again. Christmas music is playing in
stores. My neighbors have begun decorating, stringing lights, uprooting (or
maybe cutting) trees and dragging them into their houses, and shopping is
becoming next to impossible due to the sudden influx of Christmas shoppers.
It’s the time of year when I like to stay home. Just avoid
the whole mess of crowded streets and parking lots as well as the hoards of
people. Yet, in spite of my misgivings, I find myself needing things and end up
heading to the store. And then wonder why I did.
This past week I waited in line for what seemed like half an
hour. It probably wasn’t that long but as a guy who is always in a hurry,
wasting time in a checkout line is a little annoying. Especially when it’s unnecessary.
When it was finally my turn to checkout, the cashier asked if I’d found
everything okay.
“No, I haven’t found my way home yet,” I said.
The response I got was rather interesting. “Do you need help
finding your house?” the lady asked with a look of concerned pity.
Wondering how the lady planned to help me when she didn’t
know where I lived, I shook my head. “Just need to get out of this crowded
store and I’ll be fine,” I told her.
Again she gave me a strange look, sort of frowning at what I
had in my hand. I didn’t know the reason until I looked down at my hands.
While in line, I’d been messing with my phone and somehow
had turned on the flashlight. As it was late in the afternoon and dark outside,
I guess the lady thought I really was having a hard time finding my way home.
Or maybe she just thought I suffered from dementia, I don’t know.
I paid for my items and headed to the door. I noticed the
lady still watching me so just to give her something to worry about; I paused
in the doorway and turned my flashlight back on. As I left, the song blaring
from the speakers was I’ll Be Home For Christmas. Hopefully, I thought. As long
as I can find my way with this flashlight! ~
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