Recently, I had to go to the local superstore to purchase dog food. It was a very, very cold but bright day. My hatred for the winter is legendary and my laughable attire is equal fodder for legendary tale status. So, off I went in my parka, my knitted mittens, and my giant furry “Gong Show hockey” Sherpa hat. To top off this wonderful outfit (or ensemble, as fashion critics would call it) I was wearing my three dollar sunglasses. No matter, if I'm warm and happy and if the fashion police come for me, they'll never take me alive.
While waiting in line with my 8 kg bag of dog chow and rawhide bones, a bubbly lady in front of me engaged me in conversation. Her cheeks were rosy and she had obviously been in the cold for extended period of time, but that didn’t seem to dampen her spirit, or her smile.
We had a wonderful conversation, ranging from a recent documentary on television which was comparing dog foods. See knew all about my dogs, the breed, the name and their approximate ages. The conversation then ranged to the gym I go to, she asked if I was still going and why she hadn't seen me there lately. She also mentioned her boyfriend, Tim, and that he'd been asking about me. Rather sheepishly, I replied that I've been very busy with hockey and lacrosse and had not been getting to the gym as much as I would like. We both knew that this was a pretty pathetic copout and right then and there, I committed consciously to making a better effort at increased attendance.
After finally commiserating about the brutally cold weather, we bade each other farewell and went about our merry way.
Now, the casual observer maybe asking..” so what is so unusual or worthy of note about this conversation?”
My response would be this. I have absolutely no idea who this person was. I'm ashamed of myself for not knowing more about this person, who obviously took the time to learn about me and for not even recognizing who they were.
I must learn to be better at that…. and better than that.
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