Paused for a coffee on my way to a morning medical appointment.
Got in line behind a guy in the middle of picking out a bunch of stuff.
“Gimme a couple of those, and one of those,” he said, pointing at the pile of yesterday’s pepperoni rolls they keep on the counter, and the breakfast burritos warming in a case next to the register.
Looked to me like he was being spontaneously thoughtful. Like it had just occurred to him to pick up some goodies to surprise whoever his peeps were.
I’m a sucker for spontaneous thoughtfulness.
After confirming that he meant ‘two’ for ‘a couple,’ the young person behind the counter reached for the pepperoni rolls.
After she picked one up, I heard her say softly to herself, “Oh, that one’s small,” then watched as she put the pepperoni roll she had in her hand back … and pull another out from the bottom of the pile.
The guy didn’t even see her do it.
Had already skooched to the side to wait for his stuff.
Struck me as both the smallest thing and the biggest thing.
When it was my turn in line, I told her I appreciated how she put the small one back.
She smiled.
“Yeah, I can’t help it,” she said. “I always think about what I’d want, you know?”
I wanted so much to say, “Me too!”
Because that’s how I think about things … though I don’t sell yesterday’s pepperoni rolls for a living.
“Even when I pick something out of the case, I try and look for the ‘good’ ones,” she added.
What I loved about how she put it is that I knew exactly what she meant, without having any idea exactly what she meant.
Just that it had nothing to do with whether anybody else noticed.
I don’t know why something so small that wasn’t meant to be seen moved me so much.
I mean … if they keep sellin’ like yesterday’s hot cakes, somebody might eventually get the pepperoni runt, … so does it even matter?
I dunno.
Maybe because it’s been my experience that how you do the small things is how you do the big things.
Or maybe I just need reminded sometimes that there are others out there trying to look for the good ones, too.
