Late for My Dates!I am over at the lovely Leigh Covington's....sharing the picture we hope our husband's never find!!
I'm late getting this posted. Totally forgot. Yesterday was one of THOSE days.
There was some good. Got to spend some time with Carter (boy#3). He recently turned 16, so that means driver's license! He passed. Yay.
Now, I have to notify my insurance company. Boo.
Then as the DMV filled up and we stood in line forever to get his shiny new verification of this added expense (oops...I mean, rite of passage)...that got us to our eye exam at Sears eleven minutes late. I stood within three feet of the associate as she helped (by helped, I mean chatted about her kids and their ER visits) another customer for thirteen minutes (yes, I was keeping track). When she finally acknowledged I was there, she said she wasn't sure I could be seen...I was twenty-four minutes late.
I told her I was eleven minutes late. I'd been standing there for thirteen minutes listening to her entire conversation about her boy getting his ear caught on the fishing hook while riding his bike, the broken collar bone, and the stitches.
Now, I knew I was late. Had she said as I walked in the door...you're late- sorry, we filled your appointment. I'd have left feeling at fault. But as I haggled with her over what time I actually arrived, I had the thought. If I treated a reader like this, they'd probably tell me to go to hell. Why was I any less worthy?
So, I said, very politely, "Just cancel my appointment...and the other five appointments for the rest of my family."
Would I prefer to reschedule?
Certainly not. There is a long list of available eye doctors in my area. I think I will find one who is looking to keep customers.
Respect. Appreciation. Those things go a long way.