Grace for the Grinch
Today I'm the Grinch who needs grace.
It'd been a long morning and my lunch break was spent fighting the traffic and lines to get to the Post Office and buy a few small presents more for Christmas. I needed lunch so I stopped at a sandwhich place
The line was long and clearly they were swamped. The workers rushed around and I stood at the counter five minutes (at least it seemed like five minutes) before anyone noticed me to take my order. *Huff* Annoyed I spouted what I wanted to the timid worker who wished me a "Happy Holidays," rolling my eyes as I complained about the wait.
Twenty minutes went by (this time I timed it) as I sat waiting for my to-go order. I noticed two workers on lunch break, casually chatting away as eight or nine other customers looked just as grinchy as me, clearly frustrated at the wait.
Finally, I snapped. I went to the store manager and proceeded to, in no uncertain terms, point out his two workers on break, and the eight angry customers (besides me) and demanded that I either get my sandwhich or he make it free.
Yah, not my best moment.
My grinchyness started a chain reaction and two other customers also demanded their order or a refund. Then two more, until that poor manager looked like he was going to cry.
Was that really necessary??
That God-voice, the one that convicts got to me. As I paid for my sandwhich I apologized to the manager for what I'd said. I told him I knew they were busy and understood his position. He of course said it was fine, but I sure didn't feel fine. I felt awful for what I'd done, and at the same time thankful for God's grace in the moment.
Driving back, the traffic was just as bad, if not worse and my nerves were still on edge. A driver cut me off, my bumper almost grazing his. But I wasn't going to keep giving in to my frustration. Instead I waved. I smiled. I carried on.