Roaming about as a custy in a Big Box Mart, I was close enough to hear the cheery call of, "Welcome to Big Box Mart!"
Standard greeting: friendly, to script, and doesn't yet sound worn down by long, miserable hours saying the same thing over and over again.
I hear a grunt somewhat akin to a bear uttering a death rattle while still trying to growl at the face of its killer, and peek around the sweaters to see a man and a woman enter. The man doesn't acknowledge the greeter any further and storms onward. The woman offers the greeter a smile and a little wave before hurrying on.
"Why'd you waste even a second bothering with that... greeter?" The man demands a little farther on, carelessly picking up a sturdy pair of jeans and inspecting them before dumping them back on the shelf.
"Because he was being friendly, and because it's his job to greet people." She wastes little time re-folding the jeans and puts them back neatly before the man can move on.
"Well that ain't my problem now is it?" he snarls.
"Perhaps not, but your attitude IS your problem. And to be honest your attitude is very telling about YOU. Maybe you want to think about that." I swear I heard the cracking of glacier ice in the woman's tone. She spins on her heel and storms off to store parts unknown, leaving a very surprised jerk in her wake.
A shaft of pure golden light seemed to illuminate the scene and I swear I could hear a chorous of angels crooning "Ahhhhh!" as the beam followed her away.
I wanted to follow her and give her a big hug. I don't know their relationship or the background, but I pray that if she was dating him, that she broke it off immediately and found a better example of humanity to spend her life with.
May all your customers be nice,