Friday, May 4, 2012
When I got home, I felt like a cripple. I took off my shoes, limped around the house, ate dinner, and then took the kids to the library. I dropped them off at home and went on to the shoe discount warehouse for what I considered a marathon shoe selection process.
When I got there, I fell upon the first saleswoman I saw and begged her for help. I told her I needed orthopedic shoes, and that I was in pain. She took me right away to the one row that has something of that sort - and helped me try on several pairs until being called elsewhere.
I sat down and thought about what just happened. This young girl basically took me by the hand and helped me. No commission, no job promotion. The concept of a warehouse is that you're on your own. She did more than her job, and with such kindness and consideration. I found a pair of shoes after she was gone, but it was through her help in what to look for.
A second saleswoman took over and found me another pair. I just couldn't believe how sweet they both were. They cared. When I checked out, I told the counter women that I was amazed at how wonderful and caring the staff is. She told me it was nice to hear it.
Look for the good, friends. It's all that matters.