A couple of weeks ago I was at a second-hand store. I had found some shirts for Yosef and Biniam, and had them hanging (not sure why) on the handle of the cart. I guess because I wasn't settled on all of them and I wanted to look through them again. Who knows why I do the things I do?
Anyway, so my cart was sitting there with the shirts hanging on the handle, and I was crouched down by the bookshelves looking through the childrens books. I heard a man somewhere near me saying, "These just look like boys' shirts", and I look up to find him rifling through my cart, apparently thinking that it was a bunch of stuff for sale that the store had put there! Oh my gosh, I was SO embarrassed! But did I stand up and tell him that it was my cart? Nooooo, I continued HIDING until he moved on! (Thankfully he didn't take any of my stuff!)
Three things passed through my mind during the ordeal. First, I couldn't WAIT to tell my mom, because weird stuff always seems to happen to her in stores too. Second, I thought about my friend Jeannett, and how she so would have stood up and said, "Hey, that's my cart!" She's all confident and says what's on her mind, and I love that about her.
Finally, I thought about how the whole thing was simply the essence of...me. I would have parted with my fabulous, inexpensive boys' shirts if it meant not having to confront the guy who thought they were free game. If I could avoid an uncomfortable situation. Because I guess that's just the way I am. And now you know, in case you're ever out and see me hiding in the store!