Be Kind

It is Saturday morning and I am sitting at the eye doctor with my 4 year old son.  He is in the back room practicing something that is supposed to give him depth perception.  Usually he goes with mom on Mondays but he has a different appointment at that time this week.

I have only been here one other time but today I notice something different.  The two ladies at the front are just about the crabbiest two people who have ever worked.  So far they have complained about people canceling because they have street throat.  Called the computer and the lady who works during the week stupid.  And ‘debated’ why someone would ever bring in white cupcakes instead of chocolate.  The two doctors are extremely nice and my son loves going there.  But I have watched people come and go for the last hour.  Some enter and are able to leave without incident.  Others produce eye rolls, biting tongues, and discontent from the two dictators behind the poorly wallpapered counter.  I don’t know how anyone could go through life this way.  Everyone has bad days but you can tell that these are two miserable people.  They come into contact with such a variety of people everyday… imagine what would happen if they tried to make others feel more welcome?