Life Is What You Make It
Some people make a lasting impression on us.
They touch our lives, perhaps making us think or smile, often without even realizing it. Life is what you make it.
Most mornings, I stop at a local convenience store, getting a coffee to drink and sometimes a breakfast snack.
I could have brewed my own coffee. There are other stores I could have frequented, for I pass many stores along the way to my daily calls.
But the clerk at the store I chose to visit refreshed my live each day, and so I returned again and again.
Perhaps the store clerk had previously worked in a fast food restaurant, where she learned to ask, “Would you like fries with that?” Perhaps she’d been trained in another retail setting, where she learned, well, about multiple selling.
I prefer to think that she had found her own unique way of enjoying life and her job. I’m not even sure that she was aware that her exuberance for life and her job put a smile upon the face of each customer. Customers did, indeed, return again and again for a dose of good cheer as only that special clerk could give.
When a customer brought cookies to the counter, the clerk could have asked, “Would you like some milk with those cookies?”
Instead, she inquired, “Would you like a lottery ticket with those cookies?”
She might have asked me if I wanted a donut with my coffee. But instead, she asked, “Would you like some batteries with that coffee?” Of another customer with his chocolate drink, she inquired, “Would you like a newspaper with that drink?”
The clerk never asked if a customer wanted chips with their cola purchase, or headache medicine with their beer. Rather, she’d inquire if the customers wanted car oil, or laundry soap, or toilet paper.
Yes, life is what you make of it. This clerk’s method of dealing with what some assume is a boring job, and with the customers she met daily, made the hours in her day more enjoyable. And in doing that, she also refreshed the lives of others and made them laugh.
Sometimes, if my day at the work had been particularly tiring, or frustrating I’d stop at that store before heading home. I would chuckle as I left the store, the clerk’s words echoing behind me.
“Would you like some shampoo with that water?”