Walmart deserves to have its own circle in hell. Especially after business hours on a weeknight.
There are crying babies everywhere, adults blocking the aisles so they can catch up with old friends, and general chaos that defies most laws. Usually I try to jet out of the store as fast as possible, but I often choose the longest checkout line.
Because Brenda is the best cashier.
Customers in her line huff and puff as they grab impulse items from the rack near the register. But I find myself waiting patiently, because she is worth it.
“How are you, precious?” she always says. Smiling, she quickly groups my produce and bags my cleaning supplies separately. She double bags my canned goods. Brenda ignores the frustration toward the end of the line, because it is out of her control. What she can control is her own pace and how she treats each customer who steps up to her conveyor belt.
The only person’s behavior we can control is our own.
This has become my mantra of sorts. Each day I wake up with a choice. I can choose to be irritable and let the small stuff swallow me whole. Or in the midst of chaos, I can choose to be calm, appreciative, and patient.