It happened in the parking lot by Marshalls. While Kate, Maggie and their dolls inhabited another world in the backseat, I waited for a parking place. A few cars ahead of me, a large SUV idled. I assumed they were waiting for the space, closer to them on the left side.
As I turned right into the newly vacated spot, the SUV backed up, honking like an irate goose. In case I didn’t catch that I’d parked in her spot, she shot her tallest finger in my direction, then waved furiously. I don’t think she was drying a fingernail.
Once parked, she walked towards me. Lord, help. As she approached, I opened my door, stepped out to quickly apologize and offer to back out. Before I could utter a word, she softly said.
“I’m so sorry for what I just did to you. That was uncalled for. Sometimes I let small things get the best of me. What difference did it make if I went left two cars down, while you took the right hand space. None. “
Then she added, “God bless you.”
I felt stunned, relieved….and oddly blessed.
Two wide-eyed girls hopped out exclaiming,”That was so nice of that lady to apologize.”
Yes, it was nice.
Nice: kind, thoughtful, pleasant, good.
It was also important.
I hope I remember to be nice when I’m the SUV.
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