Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth.
My lunch hour was pre-empted Â by too many emergencies, and I was left with very little time to wolf down an egg roll from the food court and then to run errands, including mailing a couple of packages to reviewers. I had 15 minutes before my next meeting and I needed every last one of those 15 minutes.
With 2 minutes left to finish up and another 3 to hike back to my office as fast as I could, we were almost done when a new customer Â sauntered through the door. She stood there for about 5 seconds and then handed a document across me to the clerk.
â€œIâ€™m in a hurry,â€ she told himâ€”not me, him. â€œI have a meeting at one oâ€™clock and I canâ€™t be late.â€
â€œIâ€™m sorry,â€ he said, â€œbut she was here first. Weâ€™ll be done in another minute.â€ Bless him for not waltzing away to take care of her!
â€œWell, Â I Â canâ€™t Â be Â late!â€ Â She Â barely Â glanced Â at Â me.
Maybe Â she Â saw Â my Â Goth Â skirt Â and Â lacy Â blouse Â and thought I had all day. In any case, she never said, â€œExcuse me,â€ or â€œDo you mind?â€ She never even spoke to me.
While he continued to work with me, the clerk called for another clerk to come out of the back. After another minute passed and the woman started having conniption fits about being late for her appointment and how important her time was, he finally stopped what he was doing, took Â her Â document Â to Â the Â back Â of Â the Â building, Â and brought out her mail. By then, I was down to 1 minute to hike back to my office for a meeting.
Of course, she had questions for him, which took up more of my time. Something told me not to say a word, though I was sorely tempted to. I simply asked for a little karma for the woman…something Â slightly short of being mowed over by a car while crossing the street to her big, important appointment.
So to Â paraphrase Â a Â popular Â commercial, Â hereâ€™s Â the price of karma:
The number of minutes available to perform miracles and reach my office in time for my appointment? 15.
The Â number Â of Â minutes Â late Â because Â My-Timeâ€™s-More-Important-Than-Yours Woman hijacked the postal clerk? 10.
The look on said womanâ€™s face when she realized her appointment was with me? Priceless.