Tuesday, June 11, 2024

THE BEST and the NOT-SO of HUMANITY

 

Not long ago, I witnessed the best and the not-so-great aspects of human beings in the space of five minutes.

 

Trigger warning: This true account mentions people’s races because they go counter to unfortunate stereotypes, and thus belong in the telling.

 

I was standing in Safeway on the checkout line, the only one open that mid-morning, when I realized someone was holding up the line. I’m a bit hard of hearing, so I couldn’t tell what they said. To me, three customers behind, it appeared like a customer was arguing with the cashier.

 

That customer was an old Chinese man. He could have been in his nineties. Next to him stood his wife, smiling blithely a sort of beatific smile. I couldn’t figure out if she agreed with her husband or just didn’t want to contradict him.

 

Ten minutes later, and the line hadn’t moved at all. The old man was still there, saying something to which the cashier also said something.


 Right behind the Chinese couple were two black ladies in their forties. One of them, her face so laden with makeup it looked theatrical to me, (eyelids painted in glittery gold and the longest artificial eyelashes) and the other lady only slightly less so, were talking to each other about this ‘n that. Their conversation didn’t seem connected to the goings on in front of them. Behind them, a nicely dressed white man in his fifties stood with a small number of items already packed into his bag.

 

Behind the man was yours truly. The line didn’t move.

 The line behind me grew exponentially. It now began to resemble the ticket line to a blockbuster movie, curling around the next aisle.


Five minutes more, and the man with his bag of groceries just stormed out in a huff past the old couple and walked out with his groceries, not bothering to pay. Mind you, he wasn’t one of those thieves who intended not to pay. He had spent fifteen minutes in line already. He was angry. Perhaps he felt Safeway owed him for his waiting.

 

I was frustrated also but wouldn’t think to not pay for something I was taking from the store.

 

The two well-painted ladies then turned their attention to the goings on in front of them. The one with the golden eyelids asked the cashier, “how much is it?” and some conversation ensued. Because of my lousy hearing, I only heard bits of it. But I did hear the number, "Eighty-four dollars and fifty-seven cents.”

 

The cashier then repeated to the old man, “she is paying for you.” He didn’t seem to fully understand, and his wife with the beatific smile seemed to understand even less. The cashier had to say it over and over. Then, the old couple left with their groceries.

 

I asked the two ladies what it was about. “He was short,” said the less painted one. “His debit card kept saying he was short, and he tried running it over and over.”

 

“You paid the difference?” I asked.

 

“We both did. We split it,” she said, pointing to her friend.

 

“You did something good,” I said. I was so pleased to have stood next to them, as if their goodness would spill some rays on me.

 

“Yeh, honey-child. God sees all,” said the golden-lidded lady.

 

I don’t think anyone ever called me “honey-child” before. I felt utterly blessed.

 

In the car, I found myself tearing in gratitude that I got to witness the beautiful ladies (especially after the entitled man who walked off without paying) and that Oakland, my embattled and economically challenged city blessed with all races and colors, is still a place where we get along and then some.

 

As they say on Netflix, this is a True Story.


8 comments:

Dave said...

Beautiful act of generosity.

I have to say that grocery stores have senior personnel who are supposed to come down to help, or open another lane, and make sure the other customers in line don't get frustrated to the point of the man who left -- still not an excuse for stealing though.

Vijaya said...

"Honey-child!" Those two ladies blessed everybody around them and your story is a blessing to me as well. Thank you.

I'll just ignore the man who walked away without paying--he could've estimated what his groceries cost and left some cash for the cashier. I'd like to think he returned to pay later...because I really do like to think the best of everyone.

Evelyn said...

Thank you for sharing this heart-warming story. There are definitely beautiful, loving, caring people in our world. Hearing your story inspires me to want to be more like the two ladies.

MirkaK said...

Love this story, especially in these difficult times. Grateful you shared it. There is kindness and there is generosity—we need only notice.

Tina Cho said...

Thanks for sharing, Mirka! I'm glad there is still goodness in this world.

Barbara Etlin said...

Lovely story. As Frank Reagan of Blue Bloods would say, the ladies just "bought a brick in their houses in heaven."

Lorraine said...

Great story! Thank you for sharing it!

Karen Jones Gowen said...

What lovely ladies. I can't believe that guy stomped out without paying for his groceries!