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A couple of days ago, I went to Wal-Mart with my three kids. As I entered the store, I was greeted by the door greeter (really, not an honest greeting since he was paid to do it...I just can't feel good about that). He stopped me, calling, "Ma'am, I'd like to give you a sticker." I smiled and said, "Sure," and stuck out my hand. He hesitantly placed it on the back of my hand. I said, "Thank-you!" and began to move the cart, my kids following me. "Ma'am," he called again. We turned around, and he asked, "Your kids?" "Yes, what about them?" "I wanted to give them a sticker, too." As he gave them stickers, he talked about being fair, blah, blah, blah...how would my kids feel if I had a sticker and they didn't? Well, I had already wasted a lot of time on this whole sticker thing, but felt it exigent to tell him, "Yes, it's important that everything is fair, but what is more important is that some of us have the chance to feel that we are more special than everyone else." His mouth was open but he didn't say anything. I walked away thinking about what a sticker stickler he was and also wondering, "Why are they called door greeters? They're not greeting doors." |
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