My daughter and I made a fun excursion to Wal-Mart recently, and when we came to the checkout line I said what I often say to the clerks in stores. "How's your day?" I asked. The clerk let out a big sigh.
"I'm tired," she said.
"Are you at the beginning of your shift or the end?" I asked.
"Close to the end," she said.
"Well, you're gonna make it!" I told her, in my best cheerleader voice.
My daughter later commented on my kindness to the clerk.
"I try to see people," I told her. "It's easy to walk right past these people who serve us in stores and not even notice them."
My mind went back to weekend garage sales in my grandma's garage. Grandma had a huge garage, and she set up tables and clothes racks that she left up all summer. On the weekends, she would open her doors, and people would stop by all the time. She had developed a reputation for staging an immaculate, classy garage sale.