Our neighbors Regina and Baron are a source of aggravation that Max and I will have to live with. We are not alone. Annoyances plague everyone. Writing about my grievances in my journal helps. Here is a list of a few favorite vexations:
1) I am fussy about what I put on my feet. I go to the shoe store and scour the offerings like a buffet making sure I pick the right thing. Comfort is first. Comfort and style together are hard to find. Ah, ha! My eyes spot a possible treasure: comfortable foot bed, straps in the right places. Extra bonus: an animal print.
I show the shoe to the saleswoman and ask for my size. Smiling, she nods and disappears into the back. Good sign. I sit and wait her triumphant return.
Writing about my grievances in my journal helps. Here is a list of a few favorite vexations.
She comes from the back holding two boxes. One pair is half a size larger than I wear. The other is one size smaller. I try them on looking in the mirror on the floor hoping for a miracle. Of course, neither fits. I feel like Cinderella’s wicked stepsister. I want to throw the shoes at that irksome little mirror.
2) I go to the fridge in the middle of the night. I know there’s still one chocolate covered cherry left in the candy box I’ve pushed to the back to hide it from Max. I open the box and all I find is a bunch of crumpled dark brown papers. Even when I sift through the papers, there’s no chocolate. Robbed of my midnight pleasure!
Max will answer for this in the morning.
3) I’m planning what I will wear to a dinner party: my favorite white blouse, a long black skirt, the black pearl necklace, a pair of shoes I’ve worn a lot. (I never did get that new pair!) I examine everything. Great! Nothing has food stains on it. I’m good to go. I try on the blouse. Heart stopping moment! It’s way too tight. Not my fault, the laundry did it. It couldn’t have had anything to do with that empty box of chocolates. (See grievance # 2.)
4) I’ve picked the shortest line at the supermarket. One person ahead of me, just six items in her cart. Yeah! I’ll be out of here in a flash. She puts everything on the counter: tomatoes, tortillas, a bag of brown rice, two apples, a bottle of corn oil and a bag of beans. She talks and talks to the clerk. The clock is ticking. I realize I’m in for the long haul. It’s going to be: What should I keep? What should I put back? How much is this? Are you sure it’s the right price? I grumble and roll my eyes. This is going to be longer than a Wagner opera. She takes out a small purse and starts counting change.
My annoyance turns to compassion. I touch her shoulder to get her attention and offer to help her pay.
I say, “No hay problema.”
She touches my arm and says, “Beautiful person, gracias.”
A small gesture for me. A gratitude for her.
Some annoyances can be turned around.
What are your favorite grievances?