Three people stood twitching and harrumphing in front of me, clutching the items they had just shimmied in and out of. And every one had the exact same thought, “Is owning this piece of clothing worth this wait in line?”
My clutched item in question was an A-line, royal blue, asymmetric neckline knit dress.
It was late afternoon at the MALL, a place so overwhelming and filled with such obscenely luxurious shops (There is a TESLA store, for crying out loud) that I only walk through the door to make returns of on-line purchases or if I need to belly up to the Genius Bar at the Apple Store.
Today was the former – I had made a poor purchase at my favorite purveyor of “classy. sexy. professional.” clothing and wanted to run in to quickly return it in the few minutes I had.
I quickly park and speed-walk past all the lascivious window displays trying to trick me into believing I can look like the 7 foot, size 2 mannequins sporting “Menswear Modern” or whatever is on the runways this season.
I careen into the shop and head directly toward the cashier, when IT catches my eye. Dang. The perfect silhouette. The perfect color. The perfect “Keynote Speaker” dress. Double dang. I don’t have time for this! I hesitate for a split second before racing to the dressing room to yank it on and off and hurry to make my return… and my purchase.
Now I stand struggling to remain calm, as I watch one solitary cashier slowly complete transactions. That cashier is not the reason I am feeling frustrated… it is the other five (FIVE!) workers in the store who are dressing and primping the displays chatting with one another about this season’s newest offerings, which have just arrived, seemingly oblivious to the shifting sighing line of soon-to-be former customers.
I know It must be very exciting to open the boxes, see the new product, and play dress-up. And I know each employee would probably rather be hanging and steaming than asking “did you know you could save an additional 30% if you sign up for our credit card” at the cash register. I know new shipments only come in a few times per year. I know mannequins are so much easier to deal with than actual people. But the fact is, this scenario sent a message, loud and clear, to the 4 of us waiting in line.
You. Do. Not. Matter.
And it made me wonder about my own life.
Is there something important in your life you are neglecting while you are busy handling the new and the now?
I personally, am guilty of always racing to extinguish daily fires, and not making the time for truly important things like self-care, corresponding with far-away friends, and contributing to a blog that I love! The message of disregard I am sending belies how important these things are to me, and I must make a change.
Indentify the people or things in line right now that need you to drop what you are doing and let them know they are important! Don’t wait until they hang up their un-purchased dress and walk out the door in frustration.