My 20-year old self probably would have reacted with a
My 30-year old self would have settled for a huff and an eye-roll, perhaps some form of audible sigh and/or jeer.
My 40-something-current-day-self gave an internal shrug, and although I wasn't thrilled, simply let it go. When the Female Salad Concoctioner asked who was next, I stepped up and said, "me" ---mostly because I was trying to meet someone on time.
As I was picking my various toppings, it occurred to me that the Line Cutter was pointing to her choices and then trying to make sounds as the Male Salad Magician did his magic.
In a New York Minute I realized that the Line Cutter was deaf.
I grabbed my salad, met Ari for a coffee, and made it to class on time.
After class I was craving an ice-cold Snapple. I dropped into a Rite Aid, and as I was getting on line, there was a homeless man directly behind me, putting a big pack of Depends on top of his cart.
And it struck me: the need for this item was quite possibly because he didn't always have access to a bathroom.
I was at Register 8, he was four behind me, but as soon as I paid for my Snapple, I told the girl who was ringing me up to please go give my credit card to the person who was checking out the man at Register 4. I told her to tell him that his purchase was being paid for by someone else. The man figured it out quickly, as the place wasn't packed, and when our eyes met, he smiled and thanked me.
I put my fingers to my mouth as if to say, "ssshhh"---like it was our little secret.
I figured that was the very least I could do.
It's amazing how many opportunities you have in the midst of a regular old day. You have the opportunity to be an asshole; or to be someone's shining star.
It's up to you.