UGH. ACK! EWWW. That was the most Karma charged hour I’ve lived through in a minute. I was dashing out for lunch in the work parking lot which is packed 24/7. So leaving for lunch errands equates to sacrificing your parking stall, and most likely having to return to the overflow parking at Lake Sammamish State Park, with the shuttle ride back.
As I withdrew my car keys, I spy the one of the few people I never want to intentional help – ever. Despite my better judgment, I hoisted my car keys in the air to indicate I’m leaving soon thus sacrificing my parking spot. I threw up a grip in my mouth over how sickening it was to help those that don't deserve it.
Now I could’ve waited them out, or other shady behavior, but frankly I don’t have the time, nor want to dedicate that effort to it.
Fast forward through my lunch time convo with my baby, dropping dry cleaning, and returning to a parking stall at work that I manifested. I walked through the deli to say hello to my Costco Deli peeps and some static about it not being Taco Tuesday. Enrique, the supervisor on duty, tells me to wait a moment. He returns with a small plate of handmade tacos with picadillo.
WHAT!
No, no, no. I couldn’t, I shouldn’t. He insisted. He insisted that he’ll make more for himself later. Aiight, I grumble. Now I feel like a jerk for basically taking this man’s sacrificed lunch. Once I finished noshing on that, I complimented him on the culinary creation. He smiled and said, Don’t worry anymore. I’ve made more and they are even better than the first one.
The message I’m sending y’all? Pay it forward, always. Even to your enemies. You never know who’s looking out for you, while you’re looking out for others.
This has been my C Note.
‘los; out
As I withdrew my car keys, I spy the one of the few people I never want to intentional help – ever. Despite my better judgment, I hoisted my car keys in the air to indicate I’m leaving soon thus sacrificing my parking spot. I threw up a grip in my mouth over how sickening it was to help those that don't deserve it.
Now I could’ve waited them out, or other shady behavior, but frankly I don’t have the time, nor want to dedicate that effort to it.
Fast forward through my lunch time convo with my baby, dropping dry cleaning, and returning to a parking stall at work that I manifested. I walked through the deli to say hello to my Costco Deli peeps and some static about it not being Taco Tuesday. Enrique, the supervisor on duty, tells me to wait a moment. He returns with a small plate of handmade tacos with picadillo.
WHAT!
No, no, no. I couldn’t, I shouldn’t. He insisted. He insisted that he’ll make more for himself later. Aiight, I grumble. Now I feel like a jerk for basically taking this man’s sacrificed lunch. Once I finished noshing on that, I complimented him on the culinary creation. He smiled and said, Don’t worry anymore. I’ve made more and they are even better than the first one.
The message I’m sending y’all? Pay it forward, always. Even to your enemies. You never know who’s looking out for you, while you’re looking out for others.
This has been my C Note.
‘los; out
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