I stopped in at my neighborhood Dunkin' Donuts shop the other day. I was on my second cup of coffee, and for some reason, I was feeling sorry for myself. I quickly came to my senses.
The door opens and in rolls a lady named Bernadette, who is sitting atop a four-wheeled scooter. Now, mind you, this particular donut shop is housed in a 1,000-square-foot space with five or six tables and a dozen chairs. Bernadette maneuvers her way to the counter, wheeling her vehicle around the chairs, tables, and 15 customers, all of whom are awaiting their orders.
I was amazed at how she handled the situation. She backed her Victory Pride scooter close enough to the counter to place her order. And there she waited. Bernadette took a few dollars out of a white envelope, paid the cashier, and proceeded to devour her newly-acquired sugar-filled donut. At that point, I couldn't help myself, so I walked up to her, and we ended up having a pleasant conversation.
I was amazed at how she handled the situation. She backed her Victory Pride scooter close enough to the counter to place her order. And there she waited. Bernadette took a few dollars out of a white envelope, paid the cashier, and proceeded to devour her newly-acquired sugar-filled donut. At that point, I couldn't help myself, so I walked up to her, and we ended up having a pleasant conversation.
She introduced herself and said she was 77 years old. She proceeded to tell me the brand name of the scooter and explained that she had recently had a problem because the battery needed to be replaced. I asked her how far she had motored this morning. "Oh!" she said. "I live up near Speedway and Alvernon."
I quickly calculated the distance. My goodness, that's a good two miles. Bernadette asked me my name, and then she said, "Danny, it was nice talking to you." I went back to my seat, took another sip of coffee, looked out the window, and watched the traffic scurry by.
We all have our troubles, and we figure out a way to survive in this crazy world. For some, like Bernadette, they shrug off their problems and keep rolling along. I didn't have a donut, and that's a good thing. I left the donut shop, and I watched Bernadette roll on down the highway, so to speak.
I quickly calculated the distance. My goodness, that's a good two miles. Bernadette asked me my name, and then she said, "Danny, it was nice talking to you." I went back to my seat, took another sip of coffee, looked out the window, and watched the traffic scurry by.
We all have our troubles, and we figure out a way to survive in this crazy world. For some, like Bernadette, they shrug off their problems and keep rolling along. I didn't have a donut, and that's a good thing. I left the donut shop, and I watched Bernadette roll on down the highway, so to speak.
I had a great cup of coffee. I was now ready to roll, too. I left the donut shop with a much better attitude and a smile on my face. And come to think of it, Bernadette went with a smile on her face, too.
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