The other day, I was on one of my rare excursions outside our home at the local grocery store. I was there with my basket of gluten-free bread, eggs, milk (okay, fine, I had a few gluten-free chocolate chip cookies in there, too!). Above the checkout area was a large, handwritten sign lettered in Sharpie that said:
“Please be kind to the staff. They are here to serve you during these trying times.”
At first, I thought, “How nice!” After all, I adore and appreciate any intentional reminder for kindness and love.
But then it occurred to me that something must have happened to require someone to take the time to write the sign and put it up. Actually, something must have happened more than once.
How many customers had snapped at the cashiers over the past 12 months? (I actually asked the cashier and she told me a few nasty stories!)
How many people had sworn at the stock clerks because there was no toilet paper left on the shelves?
How many complaints, angry voices, and frustrations had been taken out on others?
And suddenly, that sweet sign made me sad because of the hurt and suffering that was behind its creation.