From the Editor's keyboard By Lynda Duffy email@example.com Musings, thoughts and ideas from Lynda Duffy, editor of Williams/Grand Canyon News.
Monday, December 21, 2009
The windshield cracked ... again!
Lynda Duffy Former Editor
A few Mondays ago, the windshield cracked on my vehicle. By noon the following Thursday, I had a brand new windshield. That Saturday, the windshield cracked again. This time I actually laughed. Who else's windshield cracks twice in less than a week? And this will be the third time this vehicle's windshield will be replaced.
After purchasing all the gifts I could locally, the day the windshield cracked again, I journeyed to a larger city for items that I cannot purchase here. It was a good day for shopping. Most folks were in a great mood. Stores were crowded, which is a terrific sign in this poor economy.
At my first stop, I found myself in the tool section at Sears with pictures of stuff men in my life wanted to see in their stockings. I had no clue. A man shopping must have sensed how I was feeling, because he looked at the pictures in my hands and helped me find all the items. That was so nice. I'm sure he had fun telling his wife how he helped a confused lady shop for guys. I am grateful for his help. Most of my shopping adventure continued in this manner.
The only ugliness I saw occurred while I was at Sears, waiting in a long line to pay. There were three registers open with one line formed on one side. A customer paid, and a confused looking man walked up to the open cashier to pay. Things went from bad to worse in less than 10 seconds.
Folks that had waited in line for 20 minutes started yelling at the man, accusing him of cutting in line. Of which, he was guilty. I looked at his confused expression, and realized that he had no clue of the crime he committed. His face was blank, probably as blank as mine while I was shopping for tools.
At that point, I actually turned around and said, "He doesn't know what he has done. He's a man."
Some grew quiet, agreeing this was the case, while a few other middle-aged women verbally let him have it. Hell hath no fury like a middle-aged woman waiting in line.
How can I pick at middle-aged women? I am one. I can behave in this manner if I don't keep myself in check. So I can talk about this.
The situation worsened. The confused man's credit card wasn't working. His transaction took more than 15 minutes. All the while, the middle-agers had at it since our line was now bottlenecked.
I don't know the outcome of the situation. I had a huge basket of gifts that took 10 minutes to check out, and the confused man was still at the register he unknowingly stole when I left.
The angry middle-agers were still chanting as I headed for the door. I was so grateful to the man that helped me find the tools I was searching for. You see, guys are guys, and girls are girls. We are on this planet to help each other out. We need to realize this and embrace this fact. To do otherwise is wrong. Life is too short.
I have a new goal - never to be viewed as an angry, middle-aged woman. That look is so totally unattractive. So, this time when the windshield cracked, I actually laughed ...