Yesterday in line at the fabric store, the woman in front of me turned around to inspect me. This is a frequent practice of women in her generation, a special silent judgment reserved for “unique” and “creative” individuals. She inspected my person and purchase with a smirk and turned around. It didn’t bother me, it was a long line, I’m used to it.
But then, she surprised me. She turned to me and opened her coupon bag, and smiled at me. She gave me two coupons and saved me six bucks for the making.
I had mistaken judgment for generous curiosity, my passivity had gotten the best of me. In future lines, perhaps I will try to be a little more open to what’s happening and not happening around me.
Maybe we should all be a little more nosy?