Thursday, November 12, 2026

Real Life - Strange Times

 Sometimes real life is so strange. That life sounds like a fiction novel. Today I was at Costco going to pick up my new glasses, by the way they fit and look fantastic but that’s not the point. While I was waiting, some lady claiming to meet me said that she had decided not to pick up her glasses today and take me off the list. I can tell you with certainty, that I am the only person with my name in the entire country. 

While I was waiting, I was knitting a scarf, so I didn’t mind the wait because I was doing something productive.  When I noticed the people who came in after I did were starting to get helped, that’s when I went to make the inquiry of why I wasn’t called.  They then told me about the lady. The staff apologized. about the mix-up and pulled out my glasses. They only needed one adjustment, so that wasn’t too bad. Then I went on with my shopping and errands.

This started me thinking. How can somebody I didn’t even recognize hate me so much? To actually do this? What makes people feel so entitled? That they feel that they are entitled to muck up somebody’s day or try to muck up somebody’s day. Now she really didn’t muck up my day that much, but I wonder about her soul. How it feels to go through life with a soul so badly broken that it makes them feel better to try to hurt somebody or try to ruin their day. I don’t know who this lady is. I don’t care who this lady is. However, I do ask that you pray for her soul because she is so broken and miserable.

Another question that I ask myself, is how did she even know about me. Since Eric died and Covid-19 happened, for the most part, I am a homebody. I’m not one of those people that are constantly driving around town, going from one event to another. I don’t go to many social outings. I have a very small group of friends, and none of them would do this to me. All I can come up with is that some people are very strange. I guess this goes along with we’re living in strange times.  Also it is so odd that I could not possibly come up with the idea of doing this to someone else.



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