Thursday, June 12, 2014
Close to Nowhere
Smile or be ‘thunked!’
• Sometimes, I am amazed at the things (people) you encounter at Walmart — any Walmart, not just our local one.
If you’ve ever looked at Facebook or gotten one of those silly emails “People of Walmart,” you know what I’m talking about.
I had a people of Walmart experience of my own this past Friday.
Early in the afternoon I had gathered up son Kris, and granddaughters Meredith and Remy and headed “to town.”
Walmart was our final stop and, as many of you know because I complain constantly, my poor ole arthritic hips are even worse because of a reaction to a medical treatment.
By the time I’d made it around toward the pitiful, tiny area that has been allocated to “fabric,” I was pretty much in agony. I stopped to look at a coffee table in a box and apparently was frowning fiercely at it because an elderly lady stopped and said, “Honey, I’m gonna tell you just like my children tell me — smile!”
I was pretty much dumb-founded for a moment — I had to crawl out of my hole of misery to think about the comment and the lady.
She continued to talk, telling me that she was sure I was in pain, as she’d been there herself and knew the expression and the feeling. But, if I’d smile, I’d feel better and stop messing up my pretty face.
I think she said she was a former teacher and that she had a friend who would see her in the halls and tell her “Smile, you’re messing up your pretty face!”
One day the friend, apparently tired of telling my new friend to smile, lightly “thunked” her on the forehead and said, “Smile!”
I laughed out loud and thanked my new friend for not “thunking” me in the head and she laughed as well, assuring me that she didn’t thunk strangers in the head — yet.
We talked a minute longer and as we parted, I found that I was smiling broadly. My hips didn’t feel a bit better, but my heart was much lighter.
• The coffee table I’d been looking at brought back many pleasant memories also. My late sister had one like it — the top lifted and swung over to make a mini-table.
Peggy’s kids and I had many a pleasant moment around her coffee table.
I sent my granddaughter back the next day to buy it and both boxes of tables were gone.
I wish, along with my new smile, I’d gotten that table then!
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