Today I did my monthly travels around town, and as usual, I stopped by the neighborhood 7-Eleven.
No, I didn’t make a mess out of another Slurpee this month as I did last month. I make mistakes like most human beings do, but I usually do not make the same mistake twice.
I make my Slurpee concoction and head to the check out. There are two counters at this 7-Eleven, and I’m third in line at the counter farthest from the door. The blonde haired lady sporting a significant amount of tattoos ahead of me in line is a good six feet behind the first person in the line. At this store and how tightly packed these stores are spaced, she may as well have been waiting in line in Indian Rocks Beach.
I thought about saying something to this lady, but I ruled against it. It’s a habit I’m trying to pick up, not letting other people’s arrogance get to me. Let it go, make note of it, and move on.
Some people aren’t worth your time, or your concern. That’s what I think.