the other day, I was in the supermarket
in my lunch break, shopping for chickpeas.
I find it hard to decide between the
organic ones (which are better for the environment because they
contain no pesticides) and the locally produced ones (which are
better for the environment because they have travelled a shorter distance). it is possible to find both of those things in one chickpea, but
then they become quite expensive. in my opinion, other necessary items like Lindt 70% dark chocolate are far more worthy of funds than a
Morally Correct Chickpea.
in the midst of my most recent supermarket legume deliberations
a lady rushed up to me and said excitedly “we’ve found it! we’ve
found it!”
I was happy for her that she’d found
it, but felt some of the details were missing. after a moment or two
of blank open-mouthed staring on my part, she said, “you know –
the prophet!”
these words, coupled with my lack of acquaintance of said lady, made me feel somewhat strange.
I never know how to act in these
situations. this is because of a number of factors as outlined below.
firstly, I empathise with those with
mental health issues and wish to make them feel that they are valued
members of society just as they are. in order to help them feel
included and validated, I want to say to them “I see your Prophet
and raise you an FBI-Is-After-Me”.
however, people in the general area of
someone behaving strangely and finding lost prophets like to look at
the person being confronted with the Prophet Finder and see how they
respond. this does not bode well for those of us who are wont to
suffer embarrassment and Redness of Face when in the spotlight.
so I was about to politely say “madam,
I am glad for the rediscovery of your prophet, but as I know little
on the subject, I am not the one with whom you should converse. also,
you might note that I am having my own dilemma of Chickpea Choosing
which I need to deal with as a matter of priority”.
but then I noticed that the lady had a
nametag on.
it was a nametag from a bookshop.
where I had just been.
asking if they had the book “the
prophet”.
it turns out they’d found it, and the
lovely bookshop lady had come to let me know.
I was so excited by this level of
customer service that I became like the previously feared Prophet
Finder and told all who would listen of my delight. “they found
it!” I said cheerfully to everyone I passed on my way back to purchase the book. “they found the
prophet!"
upon reaching the shop, I could contain my enthusiasm no longer. “you
don’t get that kind of service from online bookstores!” I called out joyfully, as one particularly anxious-looking lady decided to exit the bookshop.
and so, dear reader, let us be kind to those who may seem
wild or crazy or speak to us out of the blue. because they may have simply found a book.
or just received excellent customer service.