I wonder just how many impulse
items I've bought in my lifetime. What
was it that was so important, and where is it today?
Every now and then I get an
impulse to throw something away. I never
seem to miss whatever it was.
Various impulses have gotten me in
trouble before. I remember filling out a
medical form in my doctor's office. Not
only did I answer all the questions but went through and corrected his spelling
and grammar as well. Not really a smart
thing to do (before) the examination.
I was wearing a white shirt, black
pants and dress shoes. I heard the
announcement in the supermarket for a price check on aisle 7. My initial
impulse was to head to aisle 7 and give whoever it was a price. I mean, how hard can it be? It doesn't matter that I didn't work there,
it just sounded like a fun thing to do.
When I turned to head down the
aisle, I saw a young stock-boy holding a box of macaroni, a mother with three
small children climbing around her and her shopping cart. She looked frazzled. The stock boy looked confused. I noticed he was holding the only box that
didn't have a price sticker on it. I
looked back at the shelf and saw they were $1.49 I told him the price and then told him to
help her with her cart full of groceries, and to help load them in her car if
she wanted assistance.
I felt good as I walked away. I had done my good deed for the day, and no
one was the wiser.
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