As I left the school today, worn out, I headed to the house where I am cat-sitting. I visit her a few days a week and struggle with her pink medicine (she's a white cat - it's been a hoot). I diligently go work out because I owe it to myself to continue on this journey for my mini-marathon. After sweating through my lifting (20 reps is a lot) and then sliding around on the elliptical, I head to my car salivating over the chicken, linguine, and asparagus dish that I am going to make.
Noticing that the Shell station on the corner has gas at $3.25 (what a bargain), I pull in. I see, okay, spy, a nice looking guy pumping gas into his truck. Strutting over as best as a girl who is sweaty from her workout can, I insert my debit card quickly...and out of the blue, I hear, "Welcome."
How nice, he's speaking to me. I look at him and realize, no, it's the machine greeting me. What kind of world do we live in that we get greeted by the gas machine now as we fill up? I had to laugh, and then made small talk with the guy.
Hope you were greeted by someone today, and if not, go to your local Shell station!