I was standing in line at McDonald’s in the airport today. I went up to order and this young professional woman grabbed my arm to tell me that I was in the wrong line. Okay, I admit, I was in the wrong line. It was an honest mistake. There were only two people in line. It’s not like I accidentally cut in front of 100 people. Why did she have to grab my arm? Why couldn’t she just let it go? I have had similar experiences where I was the one who could have done the arm grabbing, but you just let it go. It’s not a big deal. There was such a short line that she was still there waiting for her food when I went up to order a second time when it was actually my turn. I almost said something super smarmy to her, but I swallowed it. I don’t know what is going on in her life that would make her be the way she is. I let it go.
Forgiveness on Good Friday
Friday, March 21, 2008
I’ll admit that I haven’t been to a McDonald’s in a really long time, but I am wondering how on earth you can be in the “wrong” line…