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Friday, March 10, 2017

Snot Giving

I am a tolerant person; however, I draw a line when a cashier starts blowing her nasty snot just before touching my groceries. I kept sending her telepathic messages to freaking please squirt some hand sanitizer on her hands, but I guess her mind was too occupied on how much she really like to wipe her snot with her folded kleenex--which I have no idea how long she has been reusing that darn thing. As soon as she placed her folded dirty kleenex back to her pocket, she politely asked me,"did you get everything that you needed today?" and I politely responded with, "not really." She then sweetly offered,"well, can I get you anything else today?" and I said, "how about a little squirt of hand sanitizer?" Her face crumpled, probably analyzing what I just said to her. I offered to clear things up and I politely reminded her that she just blew her nose; quite frankly, I don't want to bring that at home with me. To be honest, we were both placed in an awkward circumstance, but her actions led me to my actions.To her credit, she complied but I didn't think she was too keen about me being sanitary around my groceries. Was I rude? I didn't mean to be rude, but I have a family at home and lots of co-worker at work. Can I really afford to be consciously spreading virus to everybody I know just to be polite? So, no! I am not going to be a channel of her nastiness. Her actions should not define me. I spoke up because I have to. I was in a situation where I have to either be accepting or declining--and I chose the latter. I am all for free shit, but getting a snot for free is not one of the free shit I would like to take consciously.

On another note, my daughter sold her old trumpet and violin to get her a cute ukulele. She decided to switch from piano to ukulele and voice lessons. I just let her decide what she wants to do because forcing her will not do any good at all. I was a little sad when we sold the trumpet because it was her big brother's old trumpet. He played it from grade school to high school. I guess if one of my children decides to play it again, I can always search for cool wwbw trumpets online. I mean there are plenty to choose from and it is always available online, so that can wait. I just let them decide and let go of telling them which, when, and what instruments they can play. I will be supported for as long as it makes them happy--but of course, as long as if it is good for them as well. What can I say? I am a mother :D

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