I was talking with an elderly woman today about my job. She said that she once worked for a high-end department store up on the 3rd floor. When the more sophisticated ladies would arrive to do their shopping, they would take the elevator to the 3rd floor where the woman would greet them. She would find out what they were looking for and take them to the appropriate department. There, they would connect with the salesperson who specialized in those items. We talked about how different our shopping experience is now. Of course, I don’t know how it works for those with more wealth than me. But when I shop, perhaps I am greeted by someone who works there, or perhaps not. If I am looking for something specific, rarely does anyone ask if I need any assistance and if I find someone to ask, they may or may not be obliging. Not only that, most of the time I am encouraged to check myself out, bring my own bags, and load my purchases myself. Sometimes there is someone at the exit wishing me a good day (or checking to make sure I’m not stealing anything.) There are exceptions, but for the most part this is the way it goes. I’m on my own. Perhaps I’m shopping in the wrong places. In any case, we laughed at comparing her experience to mine. She enjoyed being able to tell her story and I enjoyed listening and laughing with her.

I Found God today enjoying listening to and laughing with an elderly woman.