If you didn’t know that I’m approaching my 38th birthday next month, you know now. That song is by my beloved Hall & Oates. It helped me with some serious dance moves back in 1981. But enough of that.
The Hubby and I were eating out at a restaurant recently.
Without the children.
Oh, bless the Lord for neighbors.
We were thrilled with our experience there. Our server was adorable and bubbly. Lu-HUVED her. She brought refills without my having to ask. She even brought a to go cup as we were nearing the end of our meal. After settling our account with her, we left.
But during our happy, little meal, we noticed an unhappy camper sitting next to us. It was obvious she was a miserable person. You know the type. Downcast. Not smiling. Smirking. Mumbling.
The salad she ordered wasn’t quite to her liking. Understandable. I’ve gotten a plate before and had to ask for another one. It happens.
You should have seen the poor gal who was serving her. The woman was UTTERLY RUDE AND AWFUL in her mannerisms towards this young girl. She wasn’t yelling but quite frankly, she didn’t have to. Her facial expressions showed her dissatisfaction.
And I wanted to slap her.
Sure did. SHURE did.
But, y’all know I didn’t because, well, my husband was sitting with me and he’d have surely tackled me before I set these size nine feet on the floor.
Because he cares.
After my long story, you know I’m going to have a point.
It’s called courtesy.
Have you ever found yourself to be this woman I witnessed at the restaurant? Please know that I am fully aware that we have our days. But I don’t think that this was just a bad day for this woman.
Consider how you treat others. It’s not someone else’s fault that you had a bad day.
And if you are a Christ follower, all the more reason to turn that frown upside down and show that He really has made a difference residing in your heart. Private eyes are indeed watching you.
I’m just sayin’.