Lessons Learned in the Check-Out Counter
I waited in line at the grocery store for my favorite checkout person. She’s Middle Eastern, I believe, and always has the nicest smile and the cheeriest disposition of any other checker. Those are among my major criteria in picking friends and people with whom I want to spend time – smiles and cheery dispositions.
“You’re very popular,” I said as I finally got to unload my cart.
“Sometimes that’s not so good,” she laughed.
As she carefully scanned my items and passed them to the man packing my groceries, I eyed his name tag and said “Thank you, Paul. How are you today?”
“Good, sir, good,” he replied with an accent that suggested to me his country of origin was not the United States.
I cringe when I’m called “sir” particularly by a black man who is in my age group. In fact, I don’t like to be called “sir” by anyone of any age.
“It’s ‘Brian’,” I replied.
“Okay, Brian,” he smiled.
Just then, an older white woman shopper dropped several coins of change on the floor at a nearby checkout counter.
“M’ am, m’ am,” Paul said with great concern, “You have dropped your money. I will get it for you.” Wherein, he left me for a moment and scrambled to pick up the pennies, nickels and dimes that had scattered. Too flustered or perhaps embarrassed to stop, the woman pushed her cart quickly away acting as if she couldn’t see or hear Paul in his efforts to help her. But another black male checker saw what was happening and swooped in to gather the change, which he promptly deposited in his pocket.
“That’s for the church,” Paul pleaded, realizing the woman didn’t want the small change but that his coworker David did. David, though, was unmoved by Paul’s plans for the money. Finder’s keepers.
“That David,” Paul complained to my checkout person. “He’s good for nothing. He’s lazy.”
“What did you say?” David asked as he aggressively approached our counter.
“I said that David came in early this morning,” Paul replied.
“I got a dime,” David said to no one in particular.
“I give it to the church,” Paul said under his breath.
As I approached my car with my groceries, Paul was collecting empty carts in the parking lot.
“That David is a good for nothing,” he said to me. “He’s lazy. He doesn’t do anything. He saw me get that money. It’s for the church.”
“Have a good day, Paul,” I said with a big smile as he continued crossing the lot to build his long train of intersecting empty grocery carts.
Lessons I Learned:
1.) In these very challenging, and for many people devastating financial times, more and more people will be fighting over spilled change on the street and policy change in the corporation. Out of fear that the pie is not big enough to feed everyone, many people will be far more inclined to be selfish, fearful of difference, and threatened by the unknown. And it is only going to get worse. The angry feelings created between David and Paul over the small change dropped on the grocery store floor will intensify and the older white woman customer will be more inclined to pick up what she has dropped.
2.) No one should assume that just because people share skin color or economic status that they see each other as allies, much less friends. Valuing diversity requires that we acknowledge that each individual represents a value that is unique to him or to her and not to the group in which they’re categorized by sexual orientation, gender, age, race, ethnicity, disability, or religious beliefs. Not all Middle Eastern checkout women will be friendly, not all black baggers go to church, and not all white gay men prefer not to be called “sir.”
3.) Kindness to another human being goes a long, long way toward building bridges that cross the differences in economic status, gender, race, nationality, physical ability, age, and religion. Just as I go out of my way to stand in line at the grocery store or post office for the person with whom I can share a moment of human decency, so too do those people look forward to having me in their line, for they know I see them as no better nor less than me and that I’m eager to make them smile or better yet laugh. Now more than ever, we need everyone to try to be kind to one another. We’re all frightened and we all want to believe that we’ll be okay. That means that we smile not just at Paul but at David too. What really binds us to each other and what groups us as human beings is not our physical or philosophical differences but rather our experience and expression of love and of hatred, and of kindness and of selfishness.