I left the house grumpy this morning. Didn't even give Beasley her proper goodbye, didn't give Naythan his goodbye cracker. I had things on my mind. Things I can't change but never the less things I felt I needed to worry about anyway. We are all meant to encourage each other. To up lift each other. Something sometimes I am the very worst at. My first customer. I tell him to have a nice day he tells me “ don't tell me what kind of day to have.” and he meant it, grumpier than me. I think to myself...right on, that's what I'm talking about. I wanted to tell everyone to kiss my butt. But then the rest of the day customers were so nice, so pleasant, so encouraging. I couldn't help but change my attitude. My whole outlook turned around. Then to top it off this elderly lady pushes her buggy up to the counter. Just a little taller than the buggy. The little white hair she had left was exploded all over her head. Maybe a hundred and fifty years old, maybe one fifty one. Hard to tell at that age. But she didn't look a day over one forty nine. She puts her vienna sausage and loaf of bread on the counter. Then starts to pick up a thirty pack of water. I tell her “No, no I will come around and scan that.” She continues to strain and gets it to the edge of the counter, almost falling backward. I run around the counter and take it from her. “Ma,am why didn't you stop when I told you I would scan it.” She is smiling and never stops smiling and answers “WHAT!” I notice her cell phone is ringing, loud. “I said why didn't you let me scan that.” loud, almost screaming. “Why don't you answer you phone?” Still smiling she says yelling back “ I never answer the damn thing, never use the damn thing. My daughter insist I tote it.” I ring her out. She puts her change in her pocket. Still smiling she yells “And get ride of that worry, God's got it and I could have got that damn water too.” still smiling. How did she know, Dang, I'm tired......nap time.