What on earth were they afraid of
Saturday April 08th 2023, 10:01 pm
Filed under: Family,Food,History,Life

His migraine. So I ran off to Safeway to try to buy a leg of lamb for Easter, but there wasn’t much to be found but flapping tags and empty shelves. So I did what I could and yes that ham was, um, cute. Definitely for people who don’t like leftovers.

But he wanted it to be what he wanted it to be more than I’d realized, and after a few hours of psyching himself up and a quick toasted cheese sandwich each to keep us from shopping hungry we found ourselves heading for Costco quarter after 5. They close at 6 Saturdays, normally; today, turns out, they made it 7. Because customers.

Going to Costco on a Saturday is never my thing and going right before Easter Sunday was really not my thing and I simply wasn’t going to, but if he was that determined even while feeling like that then of course I would go with him.

And he found one!

A few goodies in the cart, a few practical items, and then I headed for the lines while he went looking for one last thing.

It felt odd. Most of the lines were now self-checkout, but a number of people were like me and wouldn’t use those. And yet…

Well if they’re not going to get in this one I certainly am, look how fast that woman is scanning things and her bagger is tag-teaming with her to speed it up. They’ve got this down! Wow, I’m going to look for them next time.

And yet.

Even though it kept becoming the shorter line, people were coming up, and in an echo of what I’d seen on approaching that I hadn’t quite put my finger on, were starting to turn in behind me and then abruptly pulling away into the other lines that were quite a bit longer, and at one point there were five people waiting there and there that I could see while my stuff was going onto the conveyer as they rang up the guy in front of me, and still nobody was getting behind me. And now another person coming up started to, took a look, and moved into one of the longer lines, too.

The clerk was an older heavier black woman. The young bagger was mixed race and part black.

And the people who turned away out of her line after they saw her, every single one of them was Asian.

This is not to stereotype. This is to report what I saw. Note that the guy in front of me was Asian. But it took me straight back to the college American history class where the professor said that one of the things about immigration to the US over the centuries is that unless they were black, every newcomer had someone they could punch down at and wrongly think they were better than. (Edited in the morning to add by way of explanation, 64% of the local Asian population are immigrants, and by their accents at least some of these were.)

Finally, a Hispanic man turned in behind me, quite happy to somehow snag the short line on such a day.

She was checking me out now. I had to do something. I made a point of looking her in the eyes and saying, “You are amazing. You are so fast. Thank you!”

I saw in that moment that she’d been keeping it all in check but at those kind words and the noticing implied behind them, she suddenly nearly burst into tears and she thanked me, the  bagger thanked me, too. We could have given each other a hug on the spot if the counter hadn’t been in the way.

I left wishing them a happy Easter and meant it as fervently as I ever have (even while thinking, I should have said and Passover and Ramadan, too, since they all come together this year and you never know.) They both wished me one as well, and clearly meant it, too. I felt befriended.

I know I’m choir-preaching here, but, man, just go love one another. What else matters? I wanted to tell those people who made their bigotry visible how much they were missing out on because that is one gracious, lovely woman there who was trying her best to give them a better day in the one way given her to do so, and the young man, too.

I am so glad we went to that store when we went to that store near the end of her day. Richard had no way to know that’s the real reason he so strongly felt we had to go there.

And that going at the last minute was the only time to go.


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You are such a blessing! I love hearing your right time/place stories – it’s encouraging.

Orthodox Pascha is next week. Has to do with vernal equinox, Passover, and full moons. Western churches do first Sunday after full moon after equinox. Orthodox do first Sunday after first full moon after Passover. (And, don’t confuse Gregorian and Julian calendars … does your head hurt yet? Mine does!):-)

Comment by Anne 04.08.23 @ 10:44 pm

Happy Easter! I hope you enjoy the lamb. I enjoyed the story of it. You are such a gifted storyteller.

Comment by Susan H 04.09.23 @ 5:49 am

I’m so glad you were there when she needed you to be! And that Richard got his lamb. Happy Easter.

Comment by ccr in MA 04.09.23 @ 7:12 am

Sometimes whatever is pressing you to be somewhere at just that moment means you are being sent to do just the right thing. An angel is pushing you to be an angel for somebody, as you were for those two.

I’d be in the fastest line, and tell them so, also. People need to hear when they are appreciated, especially when they think they are not. They surely knew the hug was there!

Comment by Margo Lynn 04.09.23 @ 7:13 am

Thank you

Comment by Jayleen Hatmaker 04.09.23 @ 7:29 am

And again you knew to follow that silent push. So delighted you were there where you were meant to be. Hope you all enjoy a wonderful day.

Comment by DebbieR 04.09.23 @ 11:13 am

You listened to the still, small voice and that allowed you to make a difference to two people. How blessed is that? For all of you!

Comment by Chris+S+in+Canada 04.10.23 @ 6:56 am



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