Grace not shown

I've just returned from getting groceries. We got back from NB very late Saturday night (actually very early Sunday morning) and spent yesterday unpacking, napping, playing, walking, cleaning & eating pizza (and bugs n' cheese) from Boston Pizza (Jon didn't have leftovers for lunch today because I neglected to take the pizza off the roof of the van after securing children into their seats....ahem....) This morning I planned to do the grocery run to fill our bare fridge, but after talking to our Newman friends, we decided that the beach sounded much more fun!

I think this is where the kids joined to make "chocolate chip cookie soup".

So, back to the grocery run.... it was quite pleasant shopping between 9:30 and 10:30 pm. The store was relatively quiet, yet the shelves were stocked for the most part. Then, I started to check-out. The cashier assigned to my chosen line did not appear to be having a good night. Although she spoke kindly, the tossing of my groceries and produce down the conveyor belt where I was packing them revealed a different story. She then spilled all my strawberries out of the plastic clamshell, threw them back in and then squished down the lid while muttering a half-hearted "sorry". I wish that I could say that I was gracious. I certainly wasn't mean, but the look I gave her was likely not very kind or understanding or gracious. A gracious response could have altered the rest of her night... Jesus would have been gracious and shown her kindness. I didn't. I really wish that I would have...