Why I thought going to the big box store the day after Christmas would be a good idea is beyond me. I should have known that it wasn’t going to be an easy in and out, but I was on a mission. Little did I know there was more to this assignment than picking up the few items I was there to grab.
As I walked in, the lines were long … not just long, but forty minutes in line long for me that day. I don’t remember much of what happened while in line as I must have zoned out for a while. Is it possible to fall asleep in the standing position?
At about the 37 minute mark, a story told by a woman standing in the line to my left perked me right up. I wasn’t trying to listen in, but as she told her story her volume increased. She was talking to the gal at the register and telling of how she was at a fast food restaurant earlier, and she was shorted when paying for her coffee.
“I just can’t believe it,” she uttered to the cashier. “I know I gave that worker a twenty dollar bill, but he gave me back change for a ten.” Trying to stay positive she added, “ I told him that I gave him a twenty and he argued saying he was certain it was a ten dollar bill.” She went on to explain that she didn’t have a ten dollar bill in her wallet that day so giving one to him wasn’t possible. Shaking her head, “Let me tell you what … that was the most expensive cup of coffee I’ve ever had!”
I couldn’t believe it either as I’ve worked in customer service and in a case like this, the customer should be right. It’s better for the cash drawer to be short, than to rob from a customer, right?
Simultaneously, my goods had been rung up and I reached in my wallet for a debit card to pay for my items . As I looked down I saw cash in my wallet, which I rarely have, and I felt a nudge to pull some out and give it to the sweet lady who got jipped. I grabbed for a five dollar bill wishing I had a ten so I could give her back what had been stolen, but thinking at least the five would help. But then God …
“give her the twenty”
Still grabbing for the $5 bill and then the $20 bill, back to the $5 until I surrendered. I realized if I didn’t do what I knew I should do, I’d miss her all together.
Pulling the twenty dollars out of my wallet, I walked toward the women and said, “Excuse me Ma’am, I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I heard what you were just telling the cashier here. God wants me to give this to you and let you know that now you can have double for your trouble.” She was stunned then grateful, the cashier smiled and I walked away not looking back. Where did those words of mine come from? It all happened so fast that it had to be Holy Spirit led. I wanted to give her the $5 bill, but God wanted something better for both of us.